This is a song about "Juice baby"

Of the confidence juice

Its cold as shit in this booth

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

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

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

So bitch watch your mouth, and wash them dishes after dinner

Juice that has been consolidated

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Our children must be taught, of africa

That one - drown in the juice nigga

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

First line & (sugar hill baby, sugar hill baby)

Ambitious girl, your drive, drives me crazy

Tell my baby daddy that's his baby (that's his baby)

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

Why you tryin to read me if you see there isnt any issues