This is a song about "4 mile"

And wrote this from 4:25 to 4:30, hah

They claim it as their own, africa

Hard to throw 4 years out the window

I see'em grillin, i ate it though

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

My position improving, not to mention

That damier bag i bought her

...not wanted 4 murder...

Nigga still tired so i'm yawnin, and now i'm gone

I'm on an uphill battle, a mile long

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

That i couldn't leave even semi-free on cinco de mile*

I will never throw that flag that's failing right in the air by your mile

So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile

Into the green mile, coffin

You're uncool like my mother kin