This is a song about "Bettle juice"

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

I'm the nigga with the juice

Of the confidence juice

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

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

Pops gave me the juice now im killing the bottle

That means i wear a suit and bend the truth and feel awful

My name trouble i'm a blessing to rap

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

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Say she told her i wouldn’t shit

Juice that has been consolidated

Sipping all sorts of devilish juice

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth