This is a song about "Munchin box"

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

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

Momma crying cuz her son in a crate box

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

Pretty much feel like i'm locked in a box

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Hard as rocks locked in a fox box

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

Sadden to see this box office hit

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

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

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots