This is a song about "Sipping syrop"

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Sitting loose sipping booze came knocking

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

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

Seriously, skipping class flipping the bird sipping beer

Like keep grinding boy, your life can change in one year

Sipping codeine with my tea, open up my third eye and see

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

It's very potent so you're sipping at your own risk,

From sipping all of this red wine

Shit, see that thing there was mine

Sipping on some different liquid leaning like it's limbo

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa