This is a song about "40 oz"

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Get that 40 sipping, mad trippin, straight kicking

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

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

While i'm rubbing on that ass

40 on my face, getting cash

I'm screamin' out fuck the police

My 40 dick longer than a bitch weave

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

But i don’t mean top 40 hits