This is a song about "Forty sippa"

Drinking a forty ounce beer

And never should you fear

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

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

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

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

Latin assassin bustin off like a forty-four fuckin magnum

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Not with all of em, maybe forty

Forty mental slugs for these corny gental thugs

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Leaving him eight hundred and forty pounds heavy,

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready