This is a song about "Oj drinker"

Sipping on that quarter oj, ice and water

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

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Sipping on that quarter oj, ice and water

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

Parts unknown my from, steps more silent than oj gloves

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

Treble like the radio cause everything was fair play

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

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

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

Till then, i got that oj kush for my ascent