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

Four five six, and now it clicks

Cdg shit match my kicks

Fourscore and four wars ago

And yall niggas the right flow

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

Not to mention four lynch pins and a stringent stored

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

And it happens from day to day

Why i can't move away

She call me all the time, i ain't no regular joe

Crew at my house and we party every weekend so

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

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

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream.