This is a song about "Fourth of july"

Spelling like a fourth grader skipping every dot

She can only take so much more than her heart got

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Cause you can't even rap in the fourth grade band

I'm wolf, tyler put this fucking knife in my hand

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

Cause you can't even rap in the fourth grade band

Now i'm on level fourth and still leveling up

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Cause time is money

Beaches of normandy.

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Like soap when i put my clothes on, i’m joking but i be foamed out

Leave you stiff by the fourth round,high as fuck asking for more loud,