This is a song about "Four twenty"

Four more tarts playing harps

Please correct me, stretch marks

Four more tarts playing harps

I got these tats all on my arms

Twenty five ounces got me thinking clear

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

Gorgeous, the funky four horsemen and one more

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

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

At twenty eight i'll have plenty of taste

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

You probably sleep with twenty guys a season/

The good kid from the ugly city

Twenty years was enough to see

To burn my kingdom, you must use fire

Killing the cypher twenty five to lifer