This is a song about "Juice santana"

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

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

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

So gon' and be my dealer baby

When your getting drunk at the pub im sipping orange juice

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

Recieving what i deserved like santana moss

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

I'm the nigga with the juice

One time for the girls with the right shoes

Not me, i bet you remember the night

The bandana santana tied

Im on that happy juice, i'm master proof

Now concentrate until you get the juice

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

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