This is a song about "I am number four"

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

She gives me four shots and i take it

I am number won i'll bake you with my own son so die even your bitch won't cry

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

I just went up four levels of rep

Kick back and know yo son set

But a small girl had been shotmy heart could take no more

Inhaler ? i might be in b-town in the back of four

I got that number one lazer, last name beam.

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

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

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Number ten, i just went and fucked your ass up friend

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest