This is a song about "Four wheeler"

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

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

Four more tarts playing harps

I got these tats all on my arms

Must be something you want me to see

Dropping a honda four twenty on four twenty,

Snapchats or four flats doesnt bother my cats,

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

Like dissing benny and four twenty weren't enough

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Lay ya ass down on god's green floor

And tell the doc you'd be dead at four

Smash into your four-by-four door ford in a honda accord,

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record