This is a song about "Juice boxes"

Slapped in factory boxes like boxers, i'm renegade,

Where every recipient, property of the state

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Your dropping more names than ups drops boxes

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

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

Third ward general, young cash money

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

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

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

Don't let the juice spill pac!

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

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

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

I'm the nigga with the juice