This is a song about "40 oz boz"

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

A man around 40, he answers the door,

I thought we had at least 40 more years of life together.

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

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

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

My 40 dick longer than a bitch weave

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

Fuck a 40 i find my peace at the end of a tequila liter

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

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

I know mario's on the hook, but i was playing duck hunt