This is a song about "Four regions"

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

Like dissing benny and four twenty weren't enough

Farenheit four fifty one i'm on fire

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

Or keep small it around four

Army stance, ready for war

Jay rock got flows

I show up with four hoes

And you ain't gotta go to war

And tell the doc you'd be dead at four

They bringing me fish and chips

I'm working on four dimensions

In your case that'd be like four horses.

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

Methamphetamine fuelled rage killed four today

P.s hey, how long will they mourn you? forever and a day