This is a song about "Four wheelers"

And tell the doc you'd be dead at four

And slid back north of course to pen more

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

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

Head game outta control, super heroes on the floor

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

Connect four,connect rhymes

They say we living in troubled times

Four more tarts playing harps

Tire marks, tire marks

Four more tarts playing harps

You haters put up your guards

Fuckin' up my gold pots

Biggie got shot too with four shots

I'm working on four dimensions

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six