This is a song about "The philadelphia eagles"

The way that it calms, but i feel like powered eagles,

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

I'm the nigga with the juice

One time for the girls with the right shoes

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

My drive is like no one

The bigger the the fun

So it leaves me to wonder

In the heat of the summer,

Yeah, waiting for a change to come

Do the math, get the sum

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

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