This is a song about "Orange juice"

They vaguely decipher my language

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

Sipping all sorts of devilish juice

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

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

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

My personal use for a personal boost, flavored juice

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

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

Food gives energy, people pursue the recipes but are drained of juice

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

I was sitting here, braid dead, hooked up on cookies and juice,

Of the confidence juice

Zero options to choose

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

I can't see your album coming, that shit's like a sucker punch