This is a song about "40"

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Get that 40 sipping, mad trippin, straight kicking

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Welcome to the dirty south,we don't have 40's it's a 30 ounce

Realest nigga told you that, chloe love me more than rap

40. take a trip down rap street and fall asleep in the cab,

I thought we had at least 40 more years of life together.

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Like 40 scores of foreign wars i bring the bombs

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

See me rocking shows with a 40 an some o's smoking till my legs doze,