This is a song about "Henry s four"

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

And i don’t wanna be a playa no more

Please correct me, stretch marks

Four more tarts playing harps

Wale, you must know im on my stuntin shit

The outline which you n****s out dated

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

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

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

Tire marks, tire marks

Four more tarts playing harps

It´s the battle of life

What we gotta do to survive