This is a song about "Were four"

So when i kick in the door, not waving the four four

I am like what happens when our guard be on his job more

On my mama nigga, i be gone for months

Like dissing benny and four twenty weren't enough

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

Methamphetamine fuelled rage killed four today

Only been four months since the day we were through.

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

Farenheit four fifty one i'm on fire

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

Inhaler ? i might be in b-town in the back of four

Four more tarts playing harps

I got these tats all on my arms