This is a song about "Otter box"

Say you don’t do what

Beat box while we team up

You just another tool in the tool box

Where would i be without my dogs

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

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

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

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

Ridiculed cause i think outside the box

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Box car children trying to hide

Not me, i bet you remember the night

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Corrupting our minds with an idiot box

Hard as rocks locked in a fox box

A hell of motherfucking road blocks