This is a song about "Forty two"

Real motherfuckin g's, this one is for you

Oh well at least there were only two

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Forty mental slugs for these corny gental thugs

But if ya do imma give two.

What preceded was the clue

He the rebel, i'm the daughter waitin' for you

Just clouded spittin through rappers two by two

Got heat super freak rick james ya bitch, leave a stain & shit

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

Not with all of em, maybe forty

Must be something you want me to see

And never should you tear

Drinking a forty ounce beer

No disrespect, but motherfuck you

I set a table for two