This is a song about "Ounces"

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

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

Twenty five ounces got me thinking clear

Me against you the movie of the year

And still puffin on trees thats the loudest ounces/

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Cant afford to get a caught with ounces

And panned out, i'm all in love

Boot full of the ounces

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

And still puffin on trees thats the loudest ounces/

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

He blew ounces quick, his deficient existence had astounded kids