This is a song about "Sippin gin"

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

Go where you ain't been

Out in the cotton gin

It made its way home like a road map, i fathered this

They stay sippin liquor inside a silver chalice

Sippin' shots crippen after

Hold up, loud packs like i got cancer

Petty thoughts could keep your brain down

Champagne sippin gettin back from downtown

It's just my soda mixed with brown

Champagne sippin gettin back from downtown

I feel like an alcoholic, no more gin

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given