This is a song about "Honda"

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Black honda accord slash four door ford until the drivers are flattened

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

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

Sparking ganja in a honda van of soccer moms

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

And eventho tha tints locced, i'm rollin in de honda/

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Wild styles to mimic, just throw me the key to the honda civic

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

Dropping a honda four twenty on four twenty,

Look it something they can't ever see