This is a song about "Got the juice like that"

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

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

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

Fuck pro tools, this shit is all-natural like orange juice.

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

All i got is this orange jump suit, i got sick from grapefruit juice,

Don't let the juice spill pac!

Top dropped down, black on black

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

She got a nice swag, and the apple bottom like that apple like mac

Niggas die over shoes

Of the confidence juice

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

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