This is a song about "Orange juice llamas"

Lying to yourself, all over an image

I'll straight drop your ass, here comes "clockwork orange",

'round the clock, till i make my own clockwork of orange,

I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much

My personal use for a personal boost, flavored juice

Yo this nigga's forehead looks like a fuckin' big-ass moose

Eating shrooms on a cruze with gin and juice

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Watch me do, stop and shoot, acidrap i got the juice

Why you tryin to read me if you see there isnt any issues

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

Instead they lock me in the cell just for sellin dope

Going at it holding orange coals, tryna cope