This is a song about "Juice wrld type"

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

Yo this nigga's forehead looks like a fuckin' big-ass moose

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

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

How beautiful are thou, africa

That one - drown in the juice nigga

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

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

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

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

My personal use for a personal boost, flavored juice

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on coming back

Dumb fuck i drink the same fuckin #juice as 2pac

Of the confidence juice

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes