This is a song about "Four grams"

She leave her hair on the floor

I'm the answer like four

Dropping a honda four twenty on four twenty,

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Grams on the deal i got hands on the wheel,

Your niggas don’t ask how the top feel

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

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

Rollin' down the four o five

Connect four,connect rhymes

And i got 'em every day, every day

Methamphetamine fuelled rage killed four today

Ain't need no grams to enjoy my life

I'm everything that they call nice