This is a song about "Cranberry juice"

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

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

One time for the girls with the right shoes

Eating shrooms on a cruze with gin and juice

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

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

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

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

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

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

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

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

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

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

I'm the nigga with the juice

Dark side of town, baby mama blues