This is a song about "Fuck four conners"

Snapchats or four flats doesnt bother my cats,

Switch swag on you little dick fags

Biggie got shot too with four shots

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Twenty-four carats, countin cabbage, like the arabs

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

Like the first nintendo, the blinking red light

This is story of my four days inside

Four more tarts playing harps

Finish line with the tire marks

Gold chains, 24, niggas must be shinin' more

And tell the doc you'd be dead at four

Head game outta control, super heroes on the floor

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

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

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor