This is a song about "Oj dranka"

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

Sipping on that quarter oj, ice and water

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

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

Looked to the heavens and asked him to make a better way

He flopped,no way,everybody knows i did it like oj

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

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

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

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Parts unknown my from, steps more silent than oj gloves

Sipping on that quarter oj, ice and water

When the present so powerful where the hour seem longer