This is a song about "July 4"

The 4 horsemen surround him, they try to astound him,

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Committin' those letter crimes unpredictable like weather in july

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

From birth but i'm ready 4 it to end

Digital ten, shit get critical friend

She just laughs as her life starts flashing back

4 kids later damn how you do that