This is a song about "Four wheelers"

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

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

Like dissing benny and four twenty weren't enough

On my mama nigga, i be gone for months

Farenheit four fifty one i'm on fire

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

This is story of my four days inside

Listen to treach, krs to get me through the night

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

Snapchats or four flats doesnt bother my cats,

Four more tarts playing harps

You haters put up your guards

This shit ain't nothing new though

Fourscore and four wars ago