This is a song about "Grape juice"

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

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

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

Im on that happy juice, i'm master proof

Put it on everything, history i'mma make

Your so soft that you couldn't even smash a grape.

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

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

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Sipping all sorts of devilish juice

I’m tryna be low key

Like, "peel, fruits, juice, vitamin c?"

When they hear me rocking the groove

I'm the nigga with the juice

Through all of the grape vines

Short days, long nights