This is a song about "Red box"

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

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

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

So i can rip out your voice box,

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

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

You just another tool in the tool box

Hard as rocks locked in a fox box

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Kushed up and my eye red

And please never disrespect my set

Where would i be without my dogs

Ridiculed cause i think outside the box

Covered the room in splattered red,

I work hard for everything i get