This is a song about "4 bars"

4 more bars and youll feel disgusted by your own raps

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

I be spittin the bars,

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Forgetting about the people 4 times harder,

Hypetrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit

Yo 4-bit, yeah i called you 4-bit look at me i'm 8-bit

And mine somewhere bout mars

But i got so many bars

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Real g when i'm spitting bars

Y'all niggas come last, i'm first though

Hard to throw 4 years out the window