This is a song about "Forty two"

Puttin two and two together

Not to give me stress and add to pressure

Leaving him eight hundred and forty pounds heavy,

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

Forty mental slugs for these corny gental thugs

Swear i'm trying to get through

Then during the next week or two

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

Im number one your number two

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

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

All i want is you

So its time for verse two

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

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