(Boisterous crowd chatter, an announcer voice)

“Ladies and gents—this is your daily dose of hype called Prime… or so they say.”

They flood the ‘Gram with neon cans like it’s gold

Gym bros preaching, “This’ll keep you swole!”

But check that label—high price for basic juice

Flavors poppin’ off, but the substance? Kinda loose

TikTok reviews screamin’, “OMG, best thirst-quencher!”

Yet your bank account’s beggin’, “Please call the avenger!”

“All that Prime mania, what’s the deal?

Paid top dollar, but we still don’t feel the real

Influencers hype it like it’s otherworldly steel

All that Prime talk—yet the thirst is real!”

We got kids takin’ loans just to buy a six-pack

Ebay prices so wild, might need a heart attack snack

Shelves go empty in a blink—frenzy so big

They treat it like a trophy, but we see through the rig

Your car’s trunk full, flexin’ for the crowd

But let’s be honest: sugar water, is it really that proud?

Flavors come and go, hype waves crash

Overnight sensation or a hype-cyclone flash?

Sure, the marketing’s strong, gets folks in a daze

But once the fizz settles, do we still sing praise?

“Prime’s the new craze, but we see how it feels

Gotta call out the hype—yeah, we keepin’ it real

You drop that cash fast, joinin’ the mania deal

All that Prime, but we’re still thirsty for the real!”