This is a song about "Four chan"

In your case that'd be like four horses.

She can make a pimp fall in love

Racing down rainbow road, on my way to the final four

The money gets closer when you seem to be grindin' more

I'll fuck your shit up like i was the jackie chan/

Dependin' on how i feel, either the coupe or sedan

But not with a four four, but with more of a score

Knowing i can go wherever and get 8 more

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

Remember the days of chan-man and the skeeter man

Four more tarts playing harps

Finish line with the tire marks

Searching for fortune and famethe one thing we all adore

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

Four more tarts playing harps

Tire marks, tire marks