This is a song about "Oj dranka"

You're more oj only puck you hear is in a hockey rink

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

Bitch i'll oj simpson you like i just did to this verse

Used to ride little buses, i ain’t fuck with my teachers

Kush and oj blaring through the speakers

Penncounting pennys over tha years

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Sipping on that quarter oj, ice and water

Smoking on that cali weed smoking on that oj green

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

See these little niggas rappin' to rap, man i just happen to rap

If oj can do it, why can't you? you got this in the bag/