This is a song about "My four letter word"

Verse two:yeah niggai got tha word as hellya blew trial and tha judge gave you

Call my dot cuz im above you like the lowercase letter i dont try to

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Each and every one of my lines are clever, down to the very last letter.

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

I will strum every word in my head

My rhyme ideas come out so fast i need four pads

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

Then i did some spanks with my four objects called planks

My n*** i can give your homies one word

How little hugs can turn to draws offered

Let me go like this, ready for whatever

And,i hope u get my apology letter

My word, i'm a man of it...

Bet i'm heavy with that