This is a song about "Best four years"

Four more tarts playing harps

Finish line with the tire marks

Dear me, in about ten years

And the v12, that's on various trips

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

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

Not king james, these were coke kings

I know some of those years

Holdin' it in for four years, almost in tears

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

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

I got these tats all on my arms

Four more tarts playing harps

Methamphetamine fuelled rage killed four today

And i can't even look the other way