This is a song about "The number 4"

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

Its 4 foot of jubilation running down the stairs

Ferrari mikes, bitch, i’m on my car show

Hard to throw 4 years out the window

I got killers on my team that’ll get at you

12 and 16, were 3/4 of the way through.

Hence thugs have become the number one threat

Like sally mae on college debt

Call the crib, same number same hood

This information is vital, look

The giant number who miss you

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

That's why poverty is the number one element

The club underwater, have em running out the front