This is a song about "40 oz"

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

40. take a trip down rap street and fall asleep in the cab,

Thinking of bliss and the good days

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

20 going on 40, life in jeopardy, halo accessory

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

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

Shit dissin me is just like pissin off the wizard of oz

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

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust