This is a song about "Thirsty need juice"

Thirsty, thirsty, tryna choose

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Like, "peel, fruits, juice, vitamin c?"

I'm thirsty for some blood your probably gunna need a big hearse

I feel like quasimoto with all this shit on my shoulders

Wake up in your livin' room, calm, relaxed, gin and juice,

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Sipping all sorts of devilish juice

And controversy as hungry as your bitch thirsty

And i got a little big, keep it low key

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

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

High as shit, i’m in a booth

And maybe get you a juice