This is a song about "40 oz"

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

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

Like 40 scores of foreign wars i bring the bombs

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

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

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

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

It'll last for all these crazy days

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

40 on my face, getting cash

So much class, double d’s and ass

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

20 going on 40, life in jeopardy, halo accessory