This is a song about "Cunt juice"

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

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

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

Now im up here smokin blunts, rubbin your moms cunt

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

My personal use for a personal boost, flavored juice

With such an ugly picture in it and

So these are my real diss bars, now come at me cunt

Don't know her name those ain't really important

If i catch her i can fuck her in the cunt

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

I was sitting here, braid dead, hooked up on cookies and juice,

High as shit, i’m in a booth

Of the confidence juice

Knees dug deep into the pavement

I'm a cocky little cunt