This is a song about "Forty"

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

Latin assassin bustin off like a forty-four fuckin magnum

Leaving him eight hundred and forty pounds heavy,

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Not with all of em, maybe forty

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

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

See me and hope i'm intoxicated or slightly faded

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

That’s for my little brother, sister, cousin and my auntie

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

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

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