This is a song about "Four chan"

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

Inhaler ? i might be in b-town in the back of four

And i don't run counters no more

Or keep small it around four

I'm the answer like four

I ain't happy with the score

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

So when i kick in the door, not waving the four four

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Dropping a honda four twenty on four twenty,

I show up with four hoes

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Writing-chan, copper kilt

Listen, hold up,the young dude focused

But you hate them navel kisses

In your case that'd be like four horses.