This is a song about "Four lokos"

Snapchats or four flats doesnt bother my cats,

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

Like dissing benny and four twenty weren't enough

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

Connect four,connect rhymes

We hustle to survive

This is story of my four days inside

Parallel on the other side

You haters put up your guards

Four more tarts playing harps

Yeah, and i don't dance i just two step

I just went up four levels of rep

Knowing i can go wherever and get 8 more

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

Fourscore and four wars ago

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow