This is a song about "40 ounce"

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

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

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

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Bounce to the dam slap an ounce in me hand,

My bitch: she educated, walking college grounds

Kush by the ounce that way no checks would bounce