This is a song about "Ounces"

Or know them testament verses

Boot full of the ounces

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

He blew ounces quick, his deficient existence had astounded kids

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

And still puffin on trees thats the loudest ounces/

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

And still puffin on trees thats the loudest ounces/

Twenty five ounces got me thinking clear

I have your hearts as if i stabbed it with a spear

I sip the forty ounces, and mix that shit like brass monkey,

I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey

Cant afford to get a caught with ounces

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones