This is a song about "Munchin box"

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

And like a boxer im beat her box,

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

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Ridiculed cause i think outside the box

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

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

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

Her box what i wanted to steal

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

So i can rip out your voice box,

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Don't shit in a box anymore,

Then the world ain't no trick no more

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

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks