This is a song about "Four wheelers"

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

I'm working on four dimensions

Methamphetamine fuelled rage killed four today

If i can leave this place, and just get away

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

Right now at 23 i ain't mad at them reds no more

We hustle to survive

Connect four,connect rhymes

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

Inspired by that ganja most 9-to-5ers just can't afford

Something mean, look exactly just like the song say

Methamphetamine fuelled rage killed four today

Or keep small it around four

That's just the beginning of war

I got these tats all on my arms

Four more tarts playing harps