This is a song about "Forty sippa"

You're starin as well cause you too were in tune

Forty-five on the side me (boom boom)

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

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

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

Latin assassin bustin off like a forty-four fuckin magnum

Y'all all passe, stuck up on last year

Drinking a forty ounce beer

Let me rideuntil i get free

Not with all of em, maybe forty

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Forty mental slugs for these corny gental thugs

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

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