This is a song about "40"

Fuck a 40 i find my peace at the end of a tequila liter

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

And there's little to be glad for

A man around 40, he answers the door,

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

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

Why they had to kill 40 ima keep him alive

Destined to win, get respect where i live