This is a song about "40 s"

A man around 40, he answers the door,

So tell me why are we at war

On the sofa, poppin' bottles, at the same damn time

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

My 40 dick longer than a bitch weave

She crazy, that stalker shit

40 with a million clip

S queezys very bold

The truth shall be told