This is a song about "Sipping slow"

A nigga wanna drive slow,

But seemingly believe it though

They aren't even moving slow,

This summer gone be mine though

Sicker than the kids sitting, sipping antihistamines

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

That means slower than slow

Where they find me, 16 on death row

I only got one rule, no kissing

And now i'm just chilling, champagne sipping.

And sipping the jack they pass

Cause you're most likely to crash

Packing blunts, sipping lean in sty cups

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Slow whine, my gyal, slow whine

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine