This is a song about "Pineapple juice"

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

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

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

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

Wake up in your livin' room, calm, relaxed, gin and juice,

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

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

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

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Her blood leaking, so i drink it like juice, duck duck goose

I'm the nigga with the juice

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

Eating shrooms on a cruze with gin and juice