This is a song about "Sip"

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

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

Im so ignorant i'll sip till my obituary

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

I hear my niggas screaming fuck the world

Jus let me sip this money to quinch my thirst

That he can't obtain. like a black man in campaigne, sip champagne,

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

She bout that life ha that pink panther lean she sip

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

My nigga was on his hustle i introduced him my name

That he can't obtain. like a black man in campaigne, sip champagne.

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm through with that shit

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

Sip some green tea and look at them bees

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees