This is a song about "Jamba juice"

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

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental

Pops gave me the juice now im killing the bottle

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

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

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

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

Eating shrooms on a cruze with gin and juice

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

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

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

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

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth