This is a song about "Honda cars"

Run through the forest, run away from the cars,

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Got like a hundred cars

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Jordan 4 seated floorside sitting with mars

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Heard the sound of several gun shots