This is a song about "4 inch"

He makes sure to show them, inch by fucking inch

You ain’t been around shit but your momma and your bitch

Let em marinate, you forever late

Eight inch blades and the tick of a grenade

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

Bamas surprised, deprived from attention

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Stick nine inch nails through his eyelids since he thinks he's shady

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

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

I was wondering maybe

4 79, boy better pay me

...not wanted 4 murder...

Yeah, right, get over here faster