This is a song about "Juice box"

So i can rip out your voice box,

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

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

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

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

I'm in love with a lady who crazy

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

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Ten years in an aluminum box

Fuck pro tools, this shit is all-natural like orange juice.

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

Eating shrooms on a cruze with gin and juice

It was all bad

Don't let the juice spill pac!