This is a song about "40 s"

It´s the battle of life

Rollin' down the four o five

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

You see dem boys sign me to the scope right

40 bullets straight at ya wind pipe

My g"s have been handcuffed,

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

You don't mean that, you faggot

40 with a million clip

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

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

S queezys very bold

The truth shall be told