This is a song about "40 oz"

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

The west coast too, e-40 and them made the hardest music,

Get that 40 sipping, mad trippin, straight kicking

There'd still be niggas out killing

My 40 dick longer than a bitch weave

Cause there'll never be peace

Im 40 chrymez im new to this. aint looking for who to diss

Don't know why you even ask, ain't nobody hot as this

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Went out and had a church of kids

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

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit