This is a song about "Europa universalis 4"

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

It ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

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

Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball

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

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

Make the front popand hit the three wheel motion

Mama whip with 5 of my guys, 4 holdin'

Some excedrinto get rid of conception

Shout 4:20, 4:20, like it's your obsession,

But had to understand that was 4 fools

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes