This is a song about "Top 40"

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

Liquor stores with the 40's, young niggas bite metal, shit,

Since she wasn't really cribbing to his living

Get that 40 sipping, mad trippin, straight kicking

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

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

My 40 dick longer than a bitch weave

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

O. trice always rep his block

Till i come out on top,