This is a song about "Juice box"

Took my heart away from money

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

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

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

I know this dude is flow is juice

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

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

My personal use for a personal boost, flavored juice

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

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

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

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