This is a song about "Crispy juice box"

I told him get his 9 and run

Crispy, crispy chicken.

Sipping all sorts of devilish juice

White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce

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

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Eating shrooms on a cruze with gin and juice

When they hear me rocking the groove

Of the confidence juice

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

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

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

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