This is a song about "Supreme box logos"

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

I say "stay", she wanna leave

I rap supreme no need for dreams

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

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

I'm flying on top yeah my rhyming supreme

Bitch got all them booty shots

Ten years in an aluminum box

Coolest thing to come out the ice box

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

You just another tool in the tool box