This is a song about "Four walls of fire"

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

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

Banging bitches on my walls

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

Front page of the times, payback with fire rhymes.

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Normally i order three or four of these

Time of need, just like the walls around me they start to bleed, and

But since whitley gilbert and jada pinkett my world been different

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

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream