This is a song about "Sipping on that fine shit"

Go on your lil' fine dine

And now these hoes are on my line

But my plan is to show you that i understand

You're sipping on dry air, man that's so bland,

Sippin on that high class bottle of that fine red wine

Y'all can keep all the trophies get at kim and i'm fine

I'm on the playground, and i'm feelin fine.

I been waiting to blow up for a long damn time

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

It's my life decision and i envision that i'll do just fine

Probably in england sipping on tea,while watching tv

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

The dead society of a poet

And leave an ad on that shit

That everythings fine, ok and good

Whole lotta money, big tip i would