This is a song about "The number 4"

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Its 4 foot of jubilation running down the stairs

Call the crib, same number same hood

To mcs that don't rhyme good

1-900-wale, nigga keep the change

Number of victims run off the page/

The giant number who miss you

The boa know they loving the crew

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again

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

Number three, you never even flow with the beat

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked

That's why poverty is the number one element

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet

I want to be the number 1 rapper in quebec