This is a song about "Oj drinker"

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

Sipping on that quarter oj, ice and water

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Sipping on that quarter oj, ice and water

And then along came the wrong man for her

That barrel longer than a word with 10 letters

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

If this was a game, i already know that i would come out winner

Compulsive drinker turned einstein socrates im a real thinker

Kush and oj blaring through the speakers

Get your ass privileges with parking meters

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

Together all the timethought it was true love

Parts unknown my from, steps more silent than oj gloves