This is a song about "Jin and juice"

Some niggas ain't got no luck

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

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

Of the confidence juice

I know this dude is flow is juice

Niggas die over shoes

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

And maybe get you a juice

Juice that has been consolidated

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

And then everybody wanna sip, til the juice spill everybody want a bib

And not say shit about it on the next day don't do that shit. fuck all that bullshit

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

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

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

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for