This is a song about "All fours"

To love me at all at all

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall

The all loving immaculate master of all,

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

Stuff it all in, all nice and packed

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

All say they in the game,all liars,all lame.

Then we cut, look how she say my name

Tequila hit me like a nina

My bitch get on all fours, like a cheetah,

There all celebratin'.

They like talk to em young

Holding a saw for cutting my victims into fours

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

No such thing as sympathy, more money my remedy

Wasting all my creativity in all this complexity