This is a song about "Four wheeler"

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

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

Twenty-four carats, countin cabbage, like the arabs

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Methamphetamine fuelled rage killed four today

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

Four more tarts playing harps

Please correct me, stretch marks

I'm working on four dimensions

They bringing me fish and chips

Wish, that he will be bless me with a few more

So when i kick in the door, not waving the four four