This is a song about "4 kids"

When a 4 by 4 comes crashing into your skull and furthermore

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

Never hit the mall and forever get it all

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

I came up hungry

4 79, boy better pay me

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Why are the little kids having little kids

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

And speak to suburban kids

...not wanted 4 murder...

Yeah, right, get over here faster

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Forgetting about the people 4 times harder,