This is a song about "40 caliber"

So chase the air hide your stash

40 on my face, getting cash

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

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Get that 40 sipping, mad trippin, straight kicking

40 with a million clip

I'm on my uk shit

Keep the caliber ready to chop these niggas like freddy

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

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

That's why forever i love seldom and trust never