This is a song about "Four regions of texas"

Deep in the regions where trenches are reasons

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

I just went up four levels of rep

That i can't win, so i'm invitin' some help

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

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Funky. lyrics. of. wisdom. are four words of appreciation,

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Anthropology's none to incisions i live in your history, four fifths of a g,

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Dropping a honda four twenty on four twenty,

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

And imma makes sure all four of ya tires are flat,