This is a song about "Calebs moms weat juice flakescrusty rusty stinky oily skin tone pussy"

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Merely lettin the scent from your stinky raps linger,

I woulda done anything for my own

So you better stop, and watch your fucking tone/

Get so wet for the kid that they legs turn rusty

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

Some niggas ain't got no luck

I got the juice, i got the juice (yup!)

And make thoughtless people start changing there tone,

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

And maybe get you a juice

Don't let the juice spill pac!

There's crack, there's crack

High as nasa on acid, acid tone

My heart too dark, i’m so gone, delete my phone