So I’m trying to get myself a carton of juice. Get the homies and let loose. I’m Maverick and you’re my goose. Homies for life, ain’t that the truth. The meadow abundant like my benjamins. Scavenging the gold in my Timberlands. Gettin’ down with the funky sound. Pass that sour around in the underground. Get up on this imperial. The tropical vibes, ethereal.