This is a song about "Poon juice"

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

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

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

Sipping all sorts of devilish juice

I show her off, i stunt with her, we do it sweet, they look bitter

Cause i know vodka and juice make a hell of a mixture,

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

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

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

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

All i got is this orange jump suit, i got sick from grapefruit juice,