This is a song about "Beatle juice"

Wake up in your livin' room, calm, relaxed, gin and juice,

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

Like, "peel, fruits, juice, vitamin c?"

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

All i got is this orange jump suit, i got sick from grapefruit juice,

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

I was sitting here, braid dead, hooked up on cookies and juice,

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

My personal use for a personal boost, flavored juice

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

Watch me do, stop and shoot, acidrap i got the juice

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

Dumb fuck i drink the same fuckin #juice as 2pac

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

Fuck pro tools, this shit is all-natural like orange juice.