This is a song about "Best four years"

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Now thanks to you, we wasted four fuckin' years,

Four more tarts playing harps

Please correct me, stretch marks

They make it worth more

Or keep small it around four

Dear me, in about ten years

Ask her address she holla saks fifth

Thug shit, i keep a beamed out fifth

I know some of those years

That shit look like it’s raks fifth

I been waiting for 10 years

Her hair all over the bed, that make me love her more

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

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Now fast forward a couple years