This is a song about "Jamba juice"

My personal use for a personal boost, flavored juice

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

Yo this nigga's forehead looks like a fuckin' big-ass moose

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

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

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

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

This is like riding through the city

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

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

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip

Sid's got that mysterious juice up up in his under hip

Im on that happy juice, i'm master proof

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

Don't let the juice spill pac!

I don't want it on my back