This is a song about "Fours tacks"

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

So call me red cos i beat elite fours

First get on all fours and beg me please

I'm screamin' out fuck the police

Can even afford retro fours

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

Getting on all fours to fill in the pores and,

Feeling like shawn carter before the diamond

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

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

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

I earn plaques spit attacks sharp as tacks

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Holding a saw for cutting my victims into fours

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

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