This is a song about "Bettle juice"

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Cause i know vodka and juice make a hell of a mixture,

I'm the nigga with the juice

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

Im on that happy juice, i'm master proof

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

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

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

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

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

You still stare at frozen juice cans, cause they say concentrate.

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great

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

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

She always comin back

Don't let the juice spill pac!