This is a song about "40 s and chronic"

Initial place wasn't cruel so we oughta bull

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

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

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

I'm recordin' that shit on the fuckin' little mic

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

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

But folks just look at ‘em and stare, like they’re holding mac 10’s,

The insomnia that's chronic

That's g shit, i be bumping fiend shit

Caus he vibes and he lies chronic

Or you can do better on some hate shit

I aint just spit in this s*** to sound all rough and tough,

And if my record never break, i still won’t break my promise