This is a song about "10 4"

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

21 years of age, being strapped with a m-4

The 4 horsemen surround him, they try to astound him,

How you killing my highs i hope you built the coffin

Mama whip with 5 of my guys, 4 holdin'

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

Forgetting about the people 4 times harder,

Bitch get hit with my ciroc-a vodka chopper

Double m-g not to mention we got that

Yo 4-bit, yeah i called you 4-bit look at me i'm 8-bit

And for this moment no i won't ditch you

12 and 16, were 3/4 of the way through.