This is a song about "The number 4"

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Number three, you never even flow with the beat

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

They ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

Call the crib, same number same hood

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

I want to be the number 1 rapper in quebec

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

Everything i wanted never seem so close

Forgetting about the people 4 times harder,

Got the perfect plan to help me get her