This is a song about "Crispy juice box"

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

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

Eating shrooms on a cruze with gin and juice

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

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

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

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

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

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

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

Yo this nigga's forehead looks like a fuckin' big-ass moose

Juice that has been consolidated

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

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