This is a song about "Four types of reading"

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Dropping a honda four twenty on four twenty,

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

Took her to the club and i bought her all types of drinks

Down in miami, with a super ho team

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

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

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

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

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

Normally i order three or four of these

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream.

But it’s hard when they listens to fake types of shit,

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit