This is a song about "Juice bar"

Im on that happy juice, i'm master proof

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

Cause i'm raising the bar

If there’s a shining star

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

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

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

Without your love it's cold as fuck

I guzzle up at the bar

The hotels we staying in twelve star

I had to fight back and shit

Juice that has been consolidated

Don't let the juice spill pac!

Where the black girls get their weaves back

But you insist on going bar for bar, that'd be

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money