This is a song about "Otter box"

Box car children trying to hide

But i gotta make sure i’m right

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

And like a boxer im beat her box,

Where would i be without my dogs

You just another tool in the tool box

I'm bashing your fantasy like wood to a fairy otter

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Corrupting our minds with an idiot box

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

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

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

This water is even dirtier than a sea otter

Don't shit in a box anymore,

Another day as i step out the door