This is a song about "Forty"

Forty-five on the side me (boom boom)

Let me say this the realest bitch in the room

Not with all of em, maybe forty

But make sure if they do see

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

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

Drinking a forty ounce beer

Y'all all passe, stuck up on last year

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

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

Leaving him eight hundred and forty pounds heavy,

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

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