This is a song about "Ninty four"

I'm working on four dimensions

She likes the way it hits her lips

Connect four,connect rhymes

All the time with this glock of mines

Four five six, and now it clicks

And the v12, that's on various trips

Not one j got a pair or more

And tell the doc you'd be dead at four

I'm curious jorge, fuck what dem whores say

Methamphetamine fuelled rage killed four today

Smash into your four-by-four door ford in a honda accord,

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Like dissing benny and four twenty weren't enough