This is a song about "Four conners"

Four five six, and now it clicks

When you spill out hits

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Biggie got shot too with four shots

I just went up four levels of rep

Kick back and know yo son set

Bad bitch and she gon fuck me every way, never stay

Methamphetamine fuelled rage killed four today

You ain't gotta hit the club no more

And tell the doc you'd be dead at four

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

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

This is story of my four days inside

Couple broads wanna fuck, they should stay the night