This is a song about "I am number four"

We ain't never 'gon be, i'll be leavin' in the morning

Number four, the content in your rap's are just boring

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

We used a andy warhol to paint the decor

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Yeah i bagged her phone number, all 10 digits,

Cappin' boy, cooking crack, at the same damn time

I took my number, i waited in line

I think that she knows

I show up with four hoes

So if you open up your heart i’ll give you mine

I'm took my number and i waited in line