This is a song about "Forty"

Let me say this the realest bitch in the room

Forty-five on the side me (boom boom)

Nah … i ain’t deaf in my ear

Drinking a forty ounce beer

Leaving him eight hundred and forty pounds heavy,

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

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

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Forty mental slugs for these corny gental thugs

Where my grimy figures at? look lively addressing the captain

Latin assassin bustin off like a forty-four fuckin magnum

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

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