This is a song about "Forty"

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

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

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Forty mental slugs for these corny gental thugs

But i was wrong, baby girl sung another tune

Forty-five on the side me (boom boom)

Nah … i ain’t deaf in my ear

Drinking a forty ounce beer

Latin assassin bustin off like a forty-four fuckin magnum

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Not with all of em, maybe forty

Why can't we plain disqualify my percentages of forty nine,

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine