This is a song about "Forty"

Eighty percent of kids are listening to y'all shit

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

Forty mental slugs for these corny gental thugs

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

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

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

Drinking a forty ounce beer

Aw shit, the piggy is getting near

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

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

On this new school of rappers, i will really go columbine

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

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Latin assassin bustin off like a forty-four fuckin magnum