This is a song about "Honda ruckus"

And stab bruno mars in his goddamn esophagus

Comin' with a flow you know is sho' to bring the ruckus,

Sparking ganja in a honda van of soccer moms

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Told that i'm an abomination crying uncle ruckus no relation

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

I kiss you on the forehead, baby just listen

While i haunt and start a ruckus with these lines i've written

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

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

Dont mean to be causeing such a ruckus, thought about ending it screaming fuck this

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

To the ruckus in my head voices talking without reason

Dropping a honda four twenty on four twenty,

And now me, you can call me mr. friendly