This is a song about "Munchin box"

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Ten years in an aluminum box

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

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

I got soul, there's more in store

Don't shit in a box anymore,

Box car children trying to hide

She like nigga yeah right

Corrupting our minds with an idiot box

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

We rock? crack rocks and slap box

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

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots