This is a song about "Four grams"

Won't heat or burn me, i'm the coolest nigga here

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

Fourscore and four wars ago

Never break, took a break though

Be yourself, just show me you're real

Grams on the deal i got hands on the wheel,

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

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

Four more tarts playing harps

Please correct me, stretch marks

Hop in and let me test drive

Ain't need no grams to enjoy my life

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

Ever since my grams got old she's been a bit nuts