This is a song about "Munchin box"

Pretty much feel like i'm locked in a box

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

So i can rip out your voice box,

You just another tool in the tool box

And i'm still hurtin over pops

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

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Bitch got all them booty shots

We rock? crack rocks and slap box

But i gotta make sure i’m right

Box car children trying to hide

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Be proactive pick up a box start wrapping

I don't drink beer, why the fuck am i here

Her box what i wanted to steal