This is a song about "Wrapping a box"

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Momma crying cuz her son in a crate box

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Hard as rocks locked in a fox box

Real light jab to opponents

Two aks and a box of blunts

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Don't ever hide in a box or ever get hit with rocks

Strapping myself to be launched out, if this song is a gift, your the bronze wrapping/

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Tick tock, the day i tell a lie you can put me in a box

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

You want beef? we'll start a gulf stream war

Don't shit in a box anymore,

I've seen people eaten up, swallowed like a snack box,

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops