This is a song about "40 caliber"

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Keep the caliber ready to chop these niggas like freddy

Drinkin' 40's, whippin' shit, and talkin' shit, their overtones,

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

I bet you like these rap niggas, ain't going to write it better

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

And the v12, that's on various trips

20 going on 40, life in jeopardy, halo accessory

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

So much class, double d’s and ass

40 on my face, getting cash

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

But save the 40, and bring it to my place,