This is a song about "Treetop apple juice"

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

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

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

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

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

Im on that happy juice, i'm master proof

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

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

And maybe get you a juice

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

I’m tryna be low key

Like an apple from a tree

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

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

Sipping all sorts of devilish juice

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes