This is a song about "40 ounce"

I know mario's on the hook, but i was playing duck hunt

And where's the reparations, 40 acres in a agreement,

Move like i’m walking with an open case

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

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

Liquor stores with the 40's, young niggas bite metal, shit,

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Kush by the ounce that way no checks would bounce

Dont act surprised, my ex prolly listening

Get that 40 sipping, mad trippin, straight kicking

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

No one know what it's like

40 bullets straight at ya wind pipe