This is a song about "One o four"

Who real bitches check me out though

He cried like a baby eya-eya o

Mother, o my mother!

Ya'll wife and white knight her

But not with a four four, but with more of a score

Another day as i step out the door

30 person overdose on one o, the phonies know

I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow

I mean the shit was all bad just a week ago

But look, she went and dialled triple o

Tire marks, tire marks

Four more tarts playing harps

Molested at eleven and she always reminiscing

Im done with this battle, this one will get me to spot four winning,