This is a song about "Forty"

Drinking a forty ounce beer

But my brother got a year

Not with all of em, maybe forty

Must be something you want me to see

Forty-five on the side me (boom boom)

I'm not moving like a cartoon

Leaving him eight hundred and forty pounds heavy,

Playbook like a oxford dictionary

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Latin assassin bustin off like a forty-four fuckin magnum

Forty mental slugs for these corny gental thugs

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

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

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky