This is a song about "Best four years"

Then the world ain't no trick no more

I'm the answer like four

Signed a deal, four years, with the devil's sport

Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort

Now fast forward a couple years

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Mo county, va, show is over, encore

But not with a four four, but with more of a score

Four more tarts playing harps

Finish line with the tire marks

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

Has taken four years to just put out an album, b

I'm working on four dimensions

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Smash into your four-by-four door ford in a honda accord,

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record