This is a song about "Four eyes"

Four five six, and now it clicks

It's moe, all i need is more chips

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

I'm working on four dimensions

Finish line with the tire marks

Four more tarts playing harps

In your case that'd be like four horses.

Here i go again, falling in love

Biggie got shot too with four shots

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

I'm the answer like four

Im seated by the floor

Twenty-four carats, countin cabbage, like the arabs

Say a grown man can separate lust from love