This is a song about "Pj anna box"

Don't shit in a box anymore,

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Anna baby, stay strong, and wipe them tears rollin down your face

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

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

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Ridiculed cause i think outside the box

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

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

And like a boxer im beat her box,

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

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

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

Box car children trying to hide

And to tell you the truth i gotta ride