This is a song about "Juice wrld"

High as shit, i’m in a booth

And maybe get you a juice

White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

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

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

Baby all i do is rap

Don't let the juice spill pac!

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

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

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Her blood leaking, so i drink it like juice, duck duck goose

Sid's got that mysterious juice up up in his under hip

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

Pops gave me the juice now im killing the bottle