This is a song about "The arrow"

I'm the nigga with the juice

Its cold as shit in this booth

Take my moms, move away

The truth but thats the way

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Got the passion for the music

I'mma treat you like my whip

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

White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce