This is a song about "Pickle juice"

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

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

Don't let the juice spill pac!

Sneak up on attack

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

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal

It was my brain tellin me what to do cause i was in pickle

If you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high

So i slipped my pickle in her eye

Our history that they stole, africa

That one - drown in the juice nigga

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

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

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

Juice that has been consolidated