This is a song about "Clover"

Inside you is your own clover.

Baby, you know who you are

You waiting for war to be over but my three leaf clover says that me

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

You were my lucky charm, you were my four leaf clover

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Something worth dying for

Crash, now i hold a burnt clover

Of impactful things one can ask for

All ready to blow, ruler of the clover

No rules to cage me up with my four-leaved clover

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for