This is a song about "Who are you now"

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

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Be yourself,be who you are,the grim reaper are out now *roar*

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

Come correct with who you are inside

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Now follow your heart from the start cause you only are who you are

And where we've come and how we still have to go really far

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

Now every one cant wait and see, cuz the only ones who know me most are family

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

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

Now who are you to talk about aeke, his attorney!?

Shout out to sha money, signed me in a hurry