This is a song about "Four regions of texas"

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Normally i order three or four of these

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

I just went up four levels of rep

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

Jigsaw isn't here or leatherface in texas chainsaw

Middle finger up, to the mother fucking law

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war

Inhaler ? i might be in b-town in the back of four

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

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

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

Deep in the regions where trenches are reasons

Had i not been exposed to these things