This is a song about "Honda civics"

Room service, the moon been worthless once apparent to your aura

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

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

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

Dropping a honda four twenty on four twenty,

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Sparking ganja in a honda van of soccer moms

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

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

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

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit