This is a song about "Nike box"

Your pitiful stop i'm the devil in nike airs

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

Khakis pressed, nike shoes crispy and fresh laced, so i guess it ain't

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

I cant forget mr moosey moose, last birthday he bought some used nike shoes,

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

Im sick (puke) like my nike kicks

But go ahead and take that nike sign and just do it!

I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit

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

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

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

New released nike shoes, pay your dues, get the clues,

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose