This is a song about "Sip of 40"

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Like 40 scores of foreign wars i bring the bombs

Get that 40 sipping, mad trippin, straight kicking

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

The swerve gets worse the more i sip

Cause ya'll spittin that wack shit

40 bullets straight at ya wind pipe

And just for that, i'mma blow 25 tonight

40 on my face, getting cash

I can barely wipe my ass

40 with a million clip

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

I only got four minutes