This is a song about "Sipping syrop"

We vegetables, on them record labels

Packing blunts, sipping lean in sty cups

Packing blunts, sipping lean in sty cups

Or closed casket for our troubles

You could love it or hate it but he was prime time

Fine girls with fine asses sipping on some nice wine

Niggas die over shoes

Sipping all sorts of devilish juice

Probably in england sipping on tea,while watching tv

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Sitting loose sipping booze came knocking

With the piece that kel was rocking

Seriously, skipping class flipping the bird sipping beer

She seem a little brave, but i sense the fear