This is a song about "Hot box"

Hot, hot, hot! strange, old ain't hot.

I get my cake; i love hip hop

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

So i can rip out your voice box,

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Hard as rocks locked in a fox box

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Momma crying cuz her son in a crate box

Ten years in an aluminum box

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

I though i was red hot

Only real niggas stay on top