This is a song about "Max with a tin box and a spoon"

Real light jab to opponents

Two aks and a box of blunts

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

To stir it up like a spoon in a cauldron of shit

Got a box that filled with almost everything else

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Gold chains, 24, niggas must be shinin' more

Don't shit in a box anymore,

Momma crying cuz her son in a crate box

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Put them in a confined box and own him

This boa, what's your motivation

And like a boxer im beat her box,

Bitch got all them booty shots