This is a song about "Titty juice"

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

And any girl that's part of the itty bitty titty committee can surely

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

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

Im on that happy juice, i'm master proof

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

When they hear me rocking the groove

I'm the nigga with the juice

Fuck pro tools, this shit is all-natural like orange juice.

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

See, my bitch is the type of bitch that gotta keep it real

Titty, ass, hands in the air, it's a party over here

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

What a mess! but we clean in the club

I was sitting here, braid dead, hooked up on cookies and juice,

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news