This is a song about "Four grams"

A born starter, in the game for real

Grams on the deal i got hands on the wheel,

I bring the tension in bricks, your raised it up a couple grams,

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Dropping a honda four twenty on four twenty,

I roll with real gangs stole 'n steal grams make a bitch squeal

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

I show up with four hoes

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

Cookin up grams with arm & hammer supplyin scramblers in alabama

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

If our love was cocaine you gave me kilos i gave you zero point eight grams

Call it mgkmind gone, don’t fuck with mecountin’ dorms in the middle east38, silence of the lambs

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

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