This is a song about "1940"

Drinking a forty ounce beer

Which made me have to wait like leap year

Holla out my set

All of a sudden she said

They say them colors must be fake

So slim davy throw me the tape

You off, you treat rap like a business

But i guess that shit's just tough love

So i cum in her face

Caught in a maze

Don't wanna stop, im king, the lion

Cold, my style making my nose run