This is a song about "Crispy juice box"

And maybe get you a juice

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

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

Don't let the juice spill pac!

Baby all i do is rap

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

When your getting drunk at the pub im sipping orange juice

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

Juice that has been consolidated

So now she picks up the gun

Crispy, crispy chicken.

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

I'm the nigga with the juice

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

No offence taken, i incinerated this beat like fucking crispy bacon,