This is a song about "Treetop apple juice"

When your getting drunk at the pub im sipping orange juice

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

Cursed you so many times the blessings hid in fear, your the modern eve with the apple

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

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

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

I know this dude is flow is juice

Like an apple from a tree

Bitch, they call it motor city

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

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

My personal use for a personal boost, flavored juice

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

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

She got a nice swag, and the apple bottom like that apple like mac