This is a song about "Ae four"

The cp3 of this rap game, i bet my nigga score

So when i kick in the door, not waving the four four

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Dropping a honda four twenty on four twenty,

Then the world ain't no trick no more

I'm the answer like four

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

Fuck fame, i love my fans just a little more

Killa never let the drama slide

This is story of my four days inside

Yea this is like a penthouse, served at the top floor

Inhaler ? i might be in b-town in the back of four

Four more tarts playing harps

I got these tats all on my arms