This is a song about "Lime juice"

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine

I'm hearin' this shit, your rhymes are sour tastin' like lime

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

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

Top dropped down, black on black

Don't let the juice spill pac!

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

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

I'm the nigga with the juice

When they hear me rocking the groove

Eating shrooms on a cruze with gin and juice

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

Prime your rotting corpse with lime

Don't press ya luck when i'm pressed for time