This is a song about "Tiping n sippin"

At the pawn shop, tryna sell this baume watch

They saw me sippin' on that cornstarch/

Champagne sippin gettin back from downtown

And i clowntha type of bitch to throw down

While im sippin on rum

If a nigga didn't fake like them

If you sippin' on purple drank

Got racks you don’t understand

Sippin lemonade while holdin back a demon hound

Wrap around 'til they hit the ground and they hear a sound

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this

They stay sippin liquor inside a silver chalice