This is a song about "Sip the beers"

And i sip on the lean

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

And sit back and watch the sun set on my porch, sip liquor,

If its not couture, i will not go to her

I'm recordin' that shit on the fuckin' little mic

Fist pump chumps, here's to two beers, get too sick

Speak, motherfucker, before i hit you with bottles of beers.

You're on the verge of squealingbitch made catching feelings

And true i’ve seen better times cause i’m getting dough

We sip moscato, like we hit the lotto

Nina on my femur is cocked ready for action

Sip and then another sip til your sinking deep in.

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Im so ignorant i'll sip till my obituary

I wanna sip a lil bit

As deep as dawson's creek and shit