This is a song about "4"

Kaiser soze, we never see him

Mama whip with 5 of my guys, 4 holdin'

Just lay your head on my shoulder

...not wanted 4 murder...

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

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

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

They ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

From birth but i'm ready 4 it to end

Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend

Shout 4:20, 4:20, like it's your obsession,

I get special attention

She just laughs as her life starts flashing back

4 kids later damn how you do that