This is a song about "Four wheeler"

Twenty-four carats, countin cabbage, like the arabs

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

This is story of my four days inside

Indulging a meal when a toilet's in sight

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

And it's you, can't even front i press ignore

In your case that'd be like four horses.

That scary love, never get married love

She probably had a reason though

Fourscore and four wars ago

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

Methamphetamine fuelled rage killed four today