This is a song about "4 kids"

You heard i was in jail, well i just came from the mall

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

...not wanted 4 murder...

And i ain't frontin for her

So here i am at the store for some chips

A lesser measure of beggar kids

Got 4 pumps and his heart beating/

Someway, somehow nigga feeling

I wanna feed my babys kids

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Track 4.) break the bank (break the bank)

I start to think it's all planned