This is a song about "Juice boxes"

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Your dropping more names than ups drops boxes

I know this dude is flow is juice

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

I’m a pretty dark person, i’ve though about ending it a million times

Workin' in stations, fixin' up boxes, grabs paper sheets, writin' down rhymes//

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Three lunch boxes a week,

Sipping all sorts of devilish juice

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

My personal use for a personal boost, flavored juice

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

The door crack, niggas all black

Don't let the juice spill pac!

Zero options to choose

And maybe get you a juice