This is a song about "The four virtues"

Yea this is like a penthouse, served at the top floor

Racing down rainbow road, on my way to the final four

You can't even scan, your fans are downloading you

Only been four months since the day we were through.

Twenty-four carats, countin cabbage, like the arabs

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

And you ain't gotta go to war

Or keep small it around four

Signed a deal, four years, with the devil's sport

I can change the whole game if a nigga bored

Bass part beast i start feasting on virtues and scriptures

Pa skillin we on a roll like thick strippers

Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though

I know i'm just level four but i got sick rhymes i'm the devil's foe/

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Ten or four, sirens go off as the police pass