This is a song about "Gin and juice"

Out in the cotton gin

Oh-kay, here's the situation

I'm the nigga with the juice

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Kick it, swish it, spit it, grin, sip the gin, and kick quicker,

Like, i got the peel so tell them fruits i got the juice you can invite em and see (vitamin c)

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

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

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Out in the cotton gin

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

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

Cause i know vodka and juice make a hell of a mixture,

Easily leo da vinci when i piece in a picture