This is a song about "Forty"

Forty-five on the side me (boom boom)

And her smile lit up the room

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

Latin assassin bustin off like a forty-four fuckin magnum

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

I sip the forty ounces, and mix that shit like brass monkey,

Forty mental slugs for these corny gental thugs

European model white bitch is eating donuts

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Could be so thorny, make me want to drink a forty

Not with all of em, maybe forty

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Drinking a forty ounce beer

And never should you tear