This is a song about "Top 40"

I fucking hate this job

Till i come out on top,

40 bullets straight at ya wind pipe

And you, you know what i like

I put some cash in ya pocket

40 with a million clip

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

And where's the reparations, 40 acres in a agreement,

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

Ok, bitch you outta your top.

Get that 40 sipping, mad trippin, straight kicking

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king