This is a song about "Sipping guns"

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Sitting loose sipping booze came knocking

Sipping on that quarter oj, ice and water

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

We got dat guns and flow

Like curses on the radio

High as shit, i’m in a booth

Sipping all sorts of devilish juice

And sipping the jack they pass

How the fuck you wipe your ass

Sicker than the kids sitting, sipping antihistamines

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

And we ride rotten, 2 choppers found dirty sirens

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Ambition is still very big

Remember my guns like a mic,