This is a song about "Wavey juice"

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

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

Im on that happy juice, i'm master proof

One time for the girls with the right shoes

Its cold as shit in this booth

I'm the nigga with the juice

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

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

When your getting drunk at the pub im sipping orange juice

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

Sid's got that mysterious juice up up in his under hip

Of the confidence juice

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

All i got is this orange jump suit, i got sick from grapefruit juice,

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose