This is a song about "40 s"

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

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

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

40 bullets straight at ya wind pipe

This is everything that we call hype

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

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

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

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