This is a song about "Rap bout juice"

Juice that has been consolidated

Tyler the creator invented some new shit

Rap 'bout the sex, still a virgin boss

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

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

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

I want diamonds too, ronnie on player's club

I got the juice, i got the juice (yup!)

Like, "peel, fruits, juice, vitamin c?"

If you ain't about money

And maybe get you a juice

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

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

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

I'm bombing rap, 'bout as sick as a hypochondriac