This is a song about "Sip the beers"

So, i’m on some 40 days and night shit

I wanna sip a lil bit

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

You fool think you're knack, bitch you rack raps ,you're fag,take you sack, things,

And if u tryna sip then u kno i got the lean

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

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

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Chilling with some smoking maybe just a couple beers,

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

And grab me and the crew a few slabs of beers

Her defense is up i'm wishing that it disappears

The swerve gets worse the more i sip

I’m blessed it, cross-sign baptism west shit

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

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings