This is a song about "The four virtues"

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

Hit him with the four or the pistol in the drawer

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

I'm almost done with splitting the track, at twenty-four bars,

And tell the doc you'd be dead at four

Need i say more out in singapore

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

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

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

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

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

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Bass part beast i start feasting on virtues and scriptures