This is a song about "40 s"

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

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

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

40 on my face, getting cash

Right cash, pretty girls nice ass

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

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