This is a song about "Four eyes"

Army stance, ready for war

And tell the doc you'd be dead at four

Me and my dogs we on the same flight

This is story of my four days inside

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Biggie got shot too with four shots

Twenty-four carats, countin cabbage, like the arabs

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

In your case that'd be like four horses.

Or know them testament verses

I'm working on four dimensions

They bringing me fish and chips

Finish line with the tire marks

Four more tarts playing harps

I show up with four hoes

No, no, we are not those