This is a song about "Six pound box"

I lay my raps down pound for pound on this

The emergency room, gettin stitches

Yeah.......we got that number six

You can hear it in my lyrics

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Then negative six hundred and sixty six below

Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

Either sit back and get slapped around, or clap the pound

Rappers in my trunk i packed in six

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

So i can rip out your voice box,

You pull up in parking lots

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

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks