This is a song about "Juice box"

So i can rip out your voice box,

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

I don't trust nonelook what the 80's did

Juice that has been consolidated

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

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

Eating shrooms on a cruze with gin and juice

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

I'm the nigga with the juice

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Ridiculed cause i think outside the box