This is a song about "Europa universalis four"

Like dissing benny and four twenty weren't enough

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

Snapchats or four flats doesnt bother my cats,

And tell the doc you'd be dead at four

I breed 'em like i'm going to war

They bringing me fish and chips

I'm working on four dimensions

Bitch shake your ass, shake it until the wet sweat

I just went up four levels of rep

Dropping a honda four twenty on four twenty,

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Come with me, to madrid thats where real play

Methamphetamine fuelled rage killed four today

I show up with four hoes

This is love, nothing else close