This is a song about "Otter box"

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

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Ten years in an aluminum box

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

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

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

Sleeping with the fishes like a motherfucking otter.

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Momma crying cuz her son in a crate box

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

Hard as rocks locked in a fox box

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Coolest thing to come out the ice box

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

So i can rip out your voice box,

Can't see his son shine like the four tops