This is a song about "Crispy juice box"

When they hear me rocking the groove

I know this dude is flow is juice

Of the confidence juice

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

Sipping all sorts of devilish juice

Niggas die over shoes

My personal use for a personal boost, flavored juice

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

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

Crispy, crispy chicken.

Yeah i ain't done

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

Food gives energy, people pursue the recipes but are drained of juice

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

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