This is a song about "Cheerleading senior 4"

Hard to throw 4 years out the window

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Yo 4-bit, yeah i called you 4-bit look at me i'm 8-bit

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

Track 4.) break the bank (break the bank)

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

When a 4 by 4 comes crashing into your skull and furthermore

But, from a senior who'll be graduating next though,

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

The ice ain't really nothing to her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior