This is a song about "Four wheelers"

In your case that'd be like four horses.

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

Racing down rainbow road, on my way to the final four

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war

Methamphetamine fuelled rage killed four today

She gon’ ride this dick, i had a long day

Please correct me, stretch marks

Four more tarts playing harps

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

I show up with four hoes

Dropping a honda four twenty on four twenty,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Or keep small it around four

Ima go until my arm's sore

Studio fifty four if we get the props right

This is story of my four days inside