This is a song about "Juice wrld type"

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

All i got is this orange jump suit, i got sick from grapefruit juice,

Ain't even tryna hold back

Don't let the juice spill pac!

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

It's a battlejust for tha big money

I'm the nigga with the juice

High as shit, i’m in a booth

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

Eating shrooms on a cruze with gin and juice

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Some type of competition

Hmmm where should i begin

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

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