This is a song about "4 of us"

I'm tired of people saying jesus will guide us,

Smell the folgers get the scrotum out your focus

Mama whip with 5 of my guys, 4 holdin'

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

Vigorously flipping bitches, niggas getting sick of us

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

All of us will eventually crack.

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

As long as we breathe, i don't ever see, either of us

If you did, you wouldn’t want to be famous

It happens to the best of us

And it rules everything around them

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