This is a song about "Iphone 4"

When a 4 by 4 comes crashing into your skull and furthermore

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

After 4 long months you decided to leave me,

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

My position improving, not to mention

Shout 4:20, 4:20, like it's your obsession,

I master vandalism and my louie v's sprouse shit

Yo 4-bit, yeah i called you 4-bit look at me i'm 8-bit

Now i'm rollin', iphone stolen

Vijay singh and all of them

I chill now...cop a little ice later

I'm an iphone 4 and you're a 1994 pager

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

Got it from my youngin plus a 4 pound with it

She should have invited her

...not wanted 4 murder...