This is a song about "X box ones"

Don't shit in a box anymore,

Up in my new two door

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

The other ones narrow,

Scab, fix up look shop joe

Tranquilizer guns fertilizing these soiled ones

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

Watch the ones that are shady,

// [we're the ones who made you]

What preceded was the clue

So i can rip out your voice box,

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops