This is a song about "40 s"

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

S queezys very bold

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

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

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

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

My world a little darker, like a fuckin' tan line

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

A man around 40, he answers the door,

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for