This is a song about "Small box"

Corrupting our minds with an idiot box

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

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

Momma crying cuz her son in a crate box

You ain't gotta worry no more

Or keep small it around four

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

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

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

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

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 he's small and got a structure

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,