This is a song about "Juice"

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

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

That one - drown in the juice nigga

How beautiful are thou, africa

You still stare at frozen juice cans, cause they say concentrate.

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

I got the juice, i got the juice (yup!)

On they car note to go to the club

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

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

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

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

Don't let the juice spill pac!

I don't want it on my back