This is a song about "Sydney perry"

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

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

Zero options to choose

And maybe get you a juice

The ghetto misery, shootouts and liquor stores

I'm rolling a cigar, bob marley would endorse

Yo we're simply pulling triggers, making dough, full of liquor,

I'm open to everything if you're inviting your sister

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

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

He's pale in the face and walks limb and mean and itches greed green,

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

Had to d up like all in a titty cup

Pussy must be serious (hol' up)

That's the message injected into the fruit they bite into, it's in their apple juice

Anybody who talk shit i getting sliced up. so iif u see me on cbs news