This is a song about "4th and 8"

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

And this is honestly written,

Just as you rose you will fall

And most of motherfucking all

Is dc in the house, without a doubt

4th quarter, how you gon go and take mike out?

Put the purp in the blunt

And remember what i said and

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

And i don't wanna be defined,

A million nasty things went through my mind

And get it again and again

Cause i've been sentthe heartz of men

On they twitter writing novels, see

And a fridge and some broccoli