This is a song about "Sweaty apple juice"

Ha my mojo back

Don't let the juice spill pac!

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Im hot, and ready u better be sweaty,

Im on that happy juice, i'm master proof

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

I'm the nigga with the juice

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

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

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Her epidermis urgently sweaty like she was nervous

I'll punch you in the throat and leave you choking on your adam's apple.

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will