This is a song about "The number 4"

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

The giant number who miss you

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Despite you and all the crap you've done you ain't number one

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Number three, you never even flow with the beat

Call the crib, same number same hood

Better than your bitch would

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

I'm the light-sixer 4 switcher darth vader

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes,

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most