This is a song about "Fours tacks"

So call me red cos i beat elite fours

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

My bitch get on all fours, like a cheetah,

I try to tell them i'm one of the

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

I earn plaques spit attacks sharp as tacks

Can even afford retro fours

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Getting on all fours to fill in the pores and,

Hoping wes snipes make my life a bit different

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

Holding a saw for cutting my victims into fours

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep

Then go to ur whore..bring her down on all fours..my beefy boner is hungry for meat/

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

Know your fuckin' facts, you ain't sharper than tacks