This is a song about "40 s and chronic"

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, i'm fuckin with hennessyjust pour me a glass of that dark shit

Make a deposit and the irs will still attempt to perform an audit and repossess the doc's chronic

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

And 808's and synths, riffs, and guitars, hard, for sure

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

Not only from the rap game, i'm including the planet

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

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

Laced the weed with cocaine, and now i rock chronic,

You get a+'s and i'm like got holy damn

Fuck whoever said the rap game wasn't edible man

Caus he vibes and he lies chronic

Bad bitches onlygot a sign on my dick

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

Everybody witnessed tombstone by taker and 2f5's by brock the baker