This is a song about "Fresh juice"

I'm fresh as fuck nigga

The science and the art, africa

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

Juice that has been consolidated

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

My personal use for a personal boost, flavored juice

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

You should call me fresh stella

My all gold rolly or the

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

And maybe get you a juice

Wake up in your livin' room, calm, relaxed, gin and juice,

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

Eating shrooms on a cruze with gin and juice

We in control, the people know i speak the truth