This is a song about "Boost juice"

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

That'd give you an addition, originality, and a boost to make you a legend//

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

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

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

Eating shrooms on a cruze with gin and juice

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

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

Lucifer's shooting ya, boost ya, ruthless, it grew just stupid,

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

Yo this nigga's forehead looks like a fuckin' big-ass moose

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

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

Im on that happy juice, i'm master proof