This is a song about "Four regions of texas"

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

You're playin call of duty four while i hurl on you

Deep in the regions where trenches are reasons

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

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

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

And imma makes sure all four of ya tires are flat,

You ain't gotta worry no more

I'm the answer like four

Normally i order three or four of these

See, my bitch is imported - she came from overseas

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

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Leaving the country soaked with oceanic regions