This is a song about "The four virtues"

Fuck it! i go until my 40 millionth encore

Hit him with the four or the pistol in the drawer

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Evils places my piece set in stone like the four seasons/

So when i kick in the door, not waving the four four

Might as well, mix it up. im a fashion whore

Either i'm cocking the four or go to the door and slick talk

While i'm in the back talkin' to my other broad

I breed 'em like i'm going to war

I'm the answer like four

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Twenty-four carats, countin cabbage, like the arabs

Having sex till four o'clock in the mourn but u still checking your phone

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home