This is a song about "Four grams"

Or keep small it around four

So tell me why are we at war

Four more tarts playing harps

You haters put up your guards

I show up with four hoes

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Fourscore and four wars ago

You know i be teasing, though

Grams on the deal i got hands on the wheel,

Tell them girls right there that the man right here

And all women who had light features, see

Dropping a honda four twenty on four twenty,

You wont catch me shifting grams

Know it good when she go no hands