This is a song about "Ae four"

Biggie got shot too with four shots

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Methamphetamine fuelled rage killed four today

And truthfully girl you really make my day

Farenheit four fifty one i'm on fire

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

And tell the doc you'd be dead at four

Turn it up a little more

Like dissing benny and four twenty weren't enough

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Four more tarts playing harps

Tire marks, tire marks

Racing down rainbow road, on my way to the final four

Gorillas at the door fiends sleeping on the floor