This is a song about "Oj"

Kush and oj blaring through the speakers

And my friend's aim at knees, sparking heaters

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Sipping on that quarter oj, ice and water

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

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

Parts unknown my from, steps more silent than oj gloves

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Can't keep up, get your liters in order

Sipping on that quarter oj, ice and water

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad

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

Till then, i got that oj kush for my ascent

Outta town rapper, bitches love to hear my accent