This is a song about "Four walls of fire"

But it might lead to that r2d2, the mobsters creep through

You're playin call of duty four while i hurl on you

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Normally i order three or four of these

I'm allowed to be me within these four walls

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Like poop smeared on the walls

And of course, my car's off course

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

I'm tired of being polite cause tonight this fire will ignite

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

The walls are constructed by the very fire that keeps me on

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream.

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream