This is a song about "Six pound box"

You’re not a size six

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

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

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

Hard as rocks locked in a fox box

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

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

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

And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

So i can rip out your voice box,

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

Rappers in my trunk i packed in six

Coolest thing to come out the ice box

And when this beat drops, your heart stops