This is a song about "Four four four"

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored

Smash into your four-by-four door ford in a honda accord,

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Twenty-four carats, countin cabbage, like the arabs

I just went up four levels of rep

That i can't win, so i'm invitin' some help

And tell the doc you'd be dead at four

Ima go until my arm's sore

So when i kick in the door, not waving the four four

I'm understanding that bull like a matador

Snapchats or four flats doesnt bother my cats,

From an african american stance

Controling my steamknowing my team to deserve more

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

I'm working on four dimensions

She likes the way it hits her lips