This is a song about "The number 4"

The 4 horsemen surround him, they try to astound him,

How you killing my highs i hope you built the coffin

Hence thugs have become the number one threat

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head

I get brain everyday; i'm a know it all

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Stfu i'm still good all the way to 4 we go

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

Its 4 foot of jubilation running down the stairs

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

I'm the man 4 da game cuz i bring on da game

Rule number one eliminate the competition

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

That's why poverty is the number one element