This is a song about "Beatle juice"

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

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

I know this dude is flow is juice

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

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

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

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

My personal use for a personal boost, flavored juice

She was wet off the bat

Don't let the juice spill pac!

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

Me and kweli come together like two pieces of metal

Pops gave me the juice now im killing the bottle