This is a song about "Munchin box"

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

See i let my nigga split that

Sadden to see this box office hit

Coolest thing to come out the ice box

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Don't shit in a box anymore,

You ain't gotta worry no more

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

So i can rip out your voice box,

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Be proactive pick up a box start wrapping

And i'mma be honest she's the fliest here

Her box what i wanted to steal

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,