This is a song about "Fourty"

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

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

We got fourty thousand soldiers now marching down yous streets

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

And if the sky fall tonight, we all be alright

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