This is a song about "My four letter word"

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Evils places my piece set in stone like the four seasons/

Fuck-nigga-ass hypebeast niggas, now back to the album

Held my head high got an answer from them then received a letter from

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

My learning word process is still being continued

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

You were my lucky charm, you were my four leaf clover

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

No rules to cage me up with my four-leaved clover

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

My name herb, take herb, smoke herb (say word?)

Then i did some spanks with my four objects called planks

We getting money, you can face the facts

Snapchats or four flats doesnt bother my cats,

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance