This is a song about "Litter box"

Too many people around me getting put in a box

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Fairchild suck my joystick i'm the star fox you're just squeeze box

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

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

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

Beat box while we team up

But you know what

So i can rip out your voice box,

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

Ridiculed cause i think outside the box

And i like my marijuana bright

Box car children trying to hide