This is a song about "Fourth"

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

I forswore this fourth whore is no

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Ronald reagan sagging fourth amendment begging

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

Now i'm on level fourth and still leveling up

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

Yo i freestyle and fuck you niggas ya’ll be wilding and i’m out

Got smite, 'here lies, on the fourth of july', they recite as you cried tears,

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Kirko paint her walls

But as time goes back and fourth,

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

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped