This is a song about "The four virtues"

Having sex till four o'clock in the mourn but u still checking your phone

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

Nigga cue me in i'm a peruvian drug lord

Either i'm cocking the four or go to the door and slick talk

Everything i do exotic i don't need to bring a broad

Four in the air for the people stuck in their bubbles

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back

Cruisin around with four flats all the way to fon du lac,

Ima go until my arm's sore

I'm the answer like four