This is a song about "Juice box"

Sipping all sorts of devilish juice

Niggas die over shoes

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

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

Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

I'm the nigga with the juice

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

One time for the girls with the right shoes

Im on that happy juice, i'm master proof

So i can rip out your voice box,

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

And maybe get you a juice