This is a song about "Four chan"

And you ain't gotta go to war

Or keep small it around four

Hold up now don’t get it twisted if you slang do your thang

Remember the days of chan-man and the skeeter man

That's why she in the club like fuck it, though

Fourscore and four wars ago

Her hair all over the bed, that make me love her more

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

Real nigga shit i gotta make it one day

Methamphetamine fuelled rage killed four today

I'm working on four dimensions

Look this the joint that could get me the spins