This is a song about "April fools"

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

Boast fucking lies to impress we not fools

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

But had to understand that was 4 fools

Detected fools that create titles for trials

Allies that turned to rivals, niggas turned street disciples

Look for that label, hope soon maybe april.

See, there's a war going on and i'm the general

And y'all still follow trends? all of y'all some damn fools.

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

I can feel your heart beating fast

Turn them fools upside down like a handstand

It was on april seventh, close to eleven at night.

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right