This is a song about "40 oz boz"

On that red-eyed kush flight

40 bullets straight at ya wind pipe

Could be applied to this shit

40 with a million clip

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

You can hear it in my lyrics

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans

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

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

While i lay back and take a toke of your personal oz of smoke

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

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