This is a song about "Four directionz"

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

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

I show up with four hoes

Here they keep a rachet close

We den turnt it up now it's at the max

Snapchats or four flats doesnt bother my cats,

Four more tarts playing harps

Please correct me, stretch marks

Together all the timethought it was true love

Twenty-four carats, countin cabbage, like the arabs

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

I'm working on four dimensions

I just went up four levels of rep

Nobody ain't own us yet