This is a song about "Fourth"

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

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

Spelling like a fourth grader skipping every dot

Aiyyo cam before the cops rush, close the spot

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

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

Now i'm on level fourth and still leveling up

I mesomorph, into a dwarf, after engulfing the fourth quartz.

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

Ronald reagan sagging fourth amendment begging

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Wisest to be rappin since mac was in fourth grade.

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade