This is a song about "Sip the beers"

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

I sip the forty ounces, and mix that shit like brass monkey,

I need a sip just to calm myself from this arrested shit i plead the fifth

The power of knowledge threatens, im educated with weapons

I sip malice, from a gold chalice, sittin' smokin' in the rabbit hole with alice.

Verse one: 2paci take a shot of henessey now i'm strong enough to face the madness

Kick it, swish it, spit it, grin, sip the gin, and kick quicker,

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

7 beers deep, brass knuckle da creep

And then everybody wanna sip, til the juice spill everybody want a bib

Like i got an s on my chest i thank god that im still here hes my bullet

It got to be a lot of shit in your ass

Hey just wait for the cheers before you sip from the glass

Kids use to make fun of my pointy ass ears, so i started chuggin beers,

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience