This is a song about "Munchin box"

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

Burnin' there, it's so hot, ate up like a snack box,

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Fuck the pot i forgot - to sock it in a box

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Pretty much feel like i'm locked in a box

Where would i be without my dogs

And like a boxer im beat her box,

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

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

And still a nigga made it here

Her box what i wanted to steal

Corrupting our minds with an idiot box

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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