This is a song about "Four day weekend midterm and shopping"

And pull those other four down, you ain't giving up

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

And pull those other four down you ain't giving up

Doing nothing over the weekend

I’m watchin' espnbut when that show end

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

The hardest four bars, and i aint even count to three

And imma makes sure all four of ya tires are flat,

Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on coming back

No commentary my man, i come out swinging

Paying bills, shopping, and obsessing over winning

And pull those other four down, you ain't giving up

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

That fire flow the finest women i adore

And tell the doc you'd be dead at four