This is a song about "4 inch"

...not wanted 4 murder...

My records sell, yes sir

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

You spiteful little bitch taking 12 inch dicks

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

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

He makes sure to show them, inch by fucking inch

You smell that? that's the odor of success bitch

Slice your scalp open with a five inch knife

But i was more self concerned with the broads in life

But had to understand that was 4 fools

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

Lookin like a walmart greater with a 3 inch peter.

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

Eight inch blades and the tick of a grenade