This is a song about "Sip"

And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain

Celebratin', pop a cork sip that smooth champagne

Sip your frickin' gin tonic, split your lifting lit spliff chronic,

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

Sickles drain, your fluids, here, sip away

All up under the covers day

Tracks, then i just sip them like it's cocoa, it's a

Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga

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

The center of attention like a toast before the wine sip

Im so ignorant i'll sip till my obituary

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow

We sip moscato, like we hit the lotto