This is a song about "Big 40"

I can get straight to the cash

Big tits and a big ass

40. take a trip down rap street and fall asleep in the cab,

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Get that 40 sipping, mad trippin, straight kicking

So get up, its time to start nation building

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

And where's the reparations, 40 acres in a agreement,

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

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

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids