This is a song about "Oj dranka"

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Sipping on that quarter oj, ice and water

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

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

Smoking on that cali weed smoking on that oj green

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

Sipping on that quarter oj, ice and water

When the present so powerful where the hour seem longer

Parts unknown my from, steps more silent than oj gloves

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest

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

Eighty percent of kids are listening to y'all shit

Ima surprise you like when oj got acquitted,

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,