This is a song about "Forty two"

Cho cho, i choose you two

Is because of you

Actually he has got two

I'm on point baby, ready to stick you

And on skype bet you say "le where my flight at?", if i decline

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

Shawty can i taste you

So its time for verse two

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

But if ya do imma give two.

Haters beware, i can see clear

Drinking a forty ounce beer

As i read every word that you write, i can only imagine

Latin assassin bustin off like a forty-four fuckin magnum