This is a song about "Final four"

And tell the doc you'd be dead at four

Wish, that he will be bless me with a few more

When our final hours die down, to fend

One parent above, the other live scared

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Last level reached and i'm the final boss

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

But not with a four four, but with more of a score

The final fatality,

The good kid from the ugly city

And these shots are vital,take your final,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

Smash into your four-by-four door ford in a honda accord,

Or keep small it around four

Lay ya ass down on god's green floor