This is a song about "The four regions of texas"

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream.

Signed a deal, four years, with the devil's sport

I can change the whole game if a nigga bored

Gorgeous, the funky four horsemen and one more

Hit him with the four or the pistol in the drawer

This is story of my four days inside

Was he stressing you, wasn’t fucking you right

Funky. lyrics. of. wisdom. are four words of appreciation,

Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him

Racing down rainbow road, on my way to the final four

Right now at 23 i ain't mad at them reds no more

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

And imma makes sure all four of ya tires are flat,