This is a song about "40 ounce"

A man around 40, he answers the door,

I see the bitches calling i just hit ignore

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

Please lord forgive me for my sins, cause here i come

So there i am... an ounce inside my house im blazin'

Secrets r hidden within the clouds

Kush by the ounce that way no checks would bounce

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

Like 40 scores of foreign wars i bring the bombs

Heard the sound of several gun shots