This is a song about "Fourty"

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

We got fourty thousand soldiers now marching down yous streets

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision

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

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

And what you wive me let me know that we'll be alright