This is a song about "4 clol"

Some excedrinto get rid of conception

Shout 4:20, 4:20, like it's your obsession,

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

Give me 4 more years to find my fate

...not wanted 4 murder...

That damier bag i bought her

Come and stay with me, oh, where i live? the mall

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