This is a song about "Four regions"

Connect four,connect rhymes

I wish i could have 25 wives

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Aboard with swords n' forts but no torch to sort regions

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

The money gets closer when you seem to be grindin' more

The shit that i spit is more

I'm the answer like four

Yo she think my steering wheel on the wrong side

This is story of my four days inside

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Deep in the regions where trenches are reasons

Twenty-four carats, countin cabbage, like the arabs

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love