This is a song about "40 oz"

40 with a million clip

That's when you know you doing shit

Not likely like stay long please

My 40 dick longer than a bitch weave

Why they had to kill 40 ima keep him alive

You're lonely and depressed you need a thug in your life

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

A man around 40, he answers the door,

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Like 40 scores of foreign wars i bring the bombs

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

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

40 on my face, getting cash

Crawls right down the crack of your ass