This is a song about "Rav 4"

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

Mama whip with 5 of my guys, 4 holdin'

Got 4 pumps and his heart beating/

Get off a key like i can’t sing

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

But had to understand that was 4 fools

Yo 4-bit, yeah i called you 4-bit look at me i'm 8-bit

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

Without a second thought, but you got my respect is all

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

4 79, boy better pay me

Fuck that now trying get the money