This is a song about "Forty sippa"

I'm not moving like a cartoon

Forty-five on the side me (boom boom)

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Not with all of em, maybe forty

Pardon that jargon but since i'm balling they getting salty

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

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Latin assassin bustin off like a forty-four fuckin magnum

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

Its my prove of sharing the stamp, the forty two sedated

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Forty mental slugs for these corny gental thugs

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

I'm bi-polar, women know a nigga ain't an enemy