This is a song about "Crispy juice box"

Baby you're the one

Crispy, crispy chicken.

Coolest thing to come out the ice box

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

Watch me do, stop and shoot, acidrap i got the juice

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

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

And maybe get you a juice

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

Put thorough breds in the toaster till nice and crispy

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

My personal use for a personal boost, flavored juice