This is a song about "Sipping syrop"

I only got one rule, no kissing

And now i'm just chilling, champagne sipping.

And sipping the jack they pass

You can't be wiping your ass

So i can understand police victims

Packing blunts, sipping lean in sty cups

120 in the ghost take my bitch shopping

Sitting loose sipping booze came knocking

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

I understand, i'm back by popular demand

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Sipping on that quarter oj, ice and water

They're busy bees, sipping tea while chillin' in their silky sheets

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

Sipping on that quarter oj, ice and water

Regardless to all them, i appease her