This is a song about "Four directionz"

Not one j got a pair or more

Or keep small it around four

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

In your case that'd be like four horses.

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Twenty-four carats, countin cabbage, like the arabs

Not relying on the light no more

And tell the doc you'd be dead at four

Farenheit four fifty one i'm on fire

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

Biggie got shot too with four shots

I let you know you dealing with dogs

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war

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