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

Superfly, opposite of basic

Your lime ricks, can't handle my click/

So i ain't giving a fuck

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

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

Bitch please, my lines got me in the lime light glistening

All because she said no to homecoming, demons running

When your getting drunk at the pub im sipping orange juice

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

When they hear me rocking the groove

I'm the nigga with the juice

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

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