This is a song about "Four grams"

I figured out that it don't matter for real

Grams on the deal i got hands on the wheel,

You wont catch me shifting grams

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

Cee said, oaknair finna be here

Grams on the deal i got hands on the wheel,

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

But not with a four four, but with more of a score

Two grams in the chamber sure to make a widow weep,

Ain't seen his seed in 14 days, that nigga too weak

And you ain't gotta go to war

And tell the doc you'd be dead at four

So when i kick in the door, not waving the four four

And it's you, can't even front i press ignore

Look like james vanderbeek on eight grams of tweak,

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried