This is a song about "40 s"

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

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

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit

Welcome to the dirty south,we don't have 40's it's a 30 ounce

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

S queezys very bold

The truth shall be told

But save the 40, and bring it to my place,

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

Cus i'm gonna love you girl until the end of time

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

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!