This is a song about "The rapper juice wrlds death"

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

Food gives energy, people pursue the recipes but are drained of juice

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

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

You told me god was the answer

Im the nonstop rapper

Like shadows in the valley of death

I can taste the salt from my tears

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

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

They'd only be happy with a minstrel actor

You can call me liltone the rapper

Im the nonstop rapper

Yeah i'm gon' leave with her

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

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth