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

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

Give a mic the kiss of death

Is written in our souls, africa

That one - drown in the juice nigga

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

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

Like shadows in the valley of death

They at the same spot they making no progress

The freshness of my breath bring your death

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

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

People hollerin' out the windown, hey boosie you got the juice now

So sedated i should moderate but wait, i don't know how

The whole rapper thing aren't ya

Educate yourselves, of africa