This is a song about "Six four"

Keep coming back for more

I'm the answer like four

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

But not with a four four, but with more of a score

And started listening when i was six

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

And i'm still high, so i'm tryna dip

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip.

So when i kick in the door, not waving the four four

Do he make you feel important than how you felt before

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

Smash into your four-by-four door ford in a honda accord,

Please correct me, stretch marks

Four more tarts playing harps