This is a song about "Fourty"

I keep a blunt with my fourty when im down to ride.

Indulging a meal when a toilet's in sight

Pants shitting, scared, barely even shifting, i'm as sick as fourty children

I swear it's like this liquor is improving a lot of women

We got fourty thousand soldiers now marching down yous streets

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats