This is a song about "Booty and juice"

Bitches shake their booty

I reel them in, goadomes on see

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

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

And maybe get you a juice

When they hear me rocking the groove

Slit arms from the pits, leave a bit attached so i can tear to hear it rip

And then everybody wanna sip, til the juice spill everybody want a bib

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

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

Niggas die over shoes

Sipping all sorts of devilish juice

I'm the nigga with the juice

One time for the girls with the right shoes