This is a song about "Juice box"

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

My personal use for a personal boost, flavored juice

So i can rip out your voice box,

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Hard as rocks locked in a fox box

When your getting drunk at the pub im sipping orange juice

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

And maybe get you a juice

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

Ridiculed cause i think outside the box

I let you know you dealing with dogs

Ten years in an aluminum box

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

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes