This is a song about "I got this 40"

Fuck a 40 i find my peace at the end of a tequila liter

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Try n realize this means you cant match this, because i got this in batches,

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Reminiscence where i came from, or how i got this, don't matter

I got admission, and well, this dude got nothing.

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Like 40 scores of foreign wars i bring the bombs

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

And i got holy bars bitch, don't even try to diss this

Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish