This is a song about "Sip of 40"

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

The center of attention like a toast before the wine sip

And i put you on the team

And i sip on the lean

A man around 40, he answers the door,

Or something that you paid for

We sip moscato, like we hit the lotto

You see the devil is alive but he work slow

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

All green nigga pick six

Got bitches on mollies, they rollin' all night

40 bullets straight at ya wind pipe