This is a song about "Juice"

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

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

Sipping all sorts of devilish juice

With women with issues

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

Her blood leaking, so i drink it like juice, duck duck goose

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

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

That one - drown in the juice nigga

Is written in our souls, africa

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

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

Summertime in the city

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

Pops gave me the juice now im killing the bottle

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol