This is a song about "Gee forty"

But none should be royal gee just people overly spoiled bee,

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

Drinking a forty ounce beer

Unable to think clear

Latin assassin bustin off like a forty-four fuckin magnum

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

Not with all of em, maybe forty

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

They've stomped me into the mud, gee for what reason, you stumped me

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

And all women who had light features, see

And randy, and all of rappad, oh gee gnarly.

Forty mental slugs for these corny gental thugs

And all we lack is communication like service sucks