This is a song about "Kush and orange juice"

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

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

When your getting drunk at the pub im sipping orange juice

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

Syringe, an orange, an extension cord, and a ninja sword

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored

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

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

Ima smoke and exhale the kush dope,

Who said i don't rep, i am naija all day

Just like this kush grade-a, and matching rolling tray

I’m picking through the crowd tryna see a little clearer

Cause i know vodka and juice make a hell of a mixture,