This is a song about "Gin and juice"

I thought it'd get better but

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

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

With gin and tonic, the grim logic, we're racist against,

Eating shrooms on a cruze with gin and juice

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

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

Hit you with a different gin and, spiritual flow so erratic

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

Sipping all sorts of devilish juice

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

In the midst of a fire pit

Sippin' on the gin and tonic

Urban inner-city ghettoes, where you've never got a minute,

And then everybody wanna sip, til the juice spill everybody want a bib