This is a song about "Orange juice"

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

And maybe get you a juice

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

Trying to shower with soap, roaches all in the soap

Going at it holding orange coals, tryna cope

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

I'm the nigga with the juice

To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much

Like soldiers charging up the hills, and dropping agent orange,

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

When your getting drunk at the pub im sipping orange juice

I got the juice, i got the juice (yup!)

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

Fuck pro tools, this shit is all-natural like orange juice.