This is a song about "Six pound box"

(six minutes, six minutes)

When you spill out hits

Hard as rocks locked in a fox box

Where would i be without my dogs

Then negative six hundred and sixty six below

C-note after c-note, put the remix on my kilo

And the v12, that's on various trips

Rappers in my trunk i packed in six

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

Pound your head in, thats hammer

Poke out from behind her

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

But im not fucking around, im giving the beat a pound

Tell em bitches they can get up on my level

Onyx and tha dogg pound, always poppin' metal,