This is a song about "40 oz"

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

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

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

I will find my wizard of oz, find the final cause for this

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

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

And it's you, can't even front i press ignore

A man around 40, he answers the door,

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

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

I only got one rule, no kissing

Get that 40 sipping, mad trippin, straight kicking

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

I'm neo in the matrix

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

Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches