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

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

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

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

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Hit him with the four or the pistol in the drawer

We vegetables, on them record labels

Four in the air for the people stuck in their bubbles

Number four, the content in your rap's are just boring

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

The art of war

I'm the answer like four

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

That fire flow the finest women i adore