This is a song about "1940"

Two reflections into one

Give me the weed smoke a ton

And just in time your head is mine

Im rocking you world, i shine

Ghost in the hook so real

Yo man, im just sitting here

See with a district columbia vision

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken

Lets go, we're number one

This thing that you could imagine

Keep it coming, booze, weed, hookers, im buying

And getting money is the song i sing

Professing they found one ready as this

I tear pussies open, they need stitches