This is a song about "Henry s four"

Finish line with the tire marks

Four more tarts playing harps

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

Im in my fort house stuntin like henry the five/

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

They at the same spot they making no progress

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

You haters put up your guards

Four more tarts playing harps

Hand to hand in the cold

S queezys very bold