This is a song about "Honda s2000"

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

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

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

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

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

Trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

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

Sparking ganja in a honda van of soccer moms

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

Dropping a honda four twenty on four twenty,

And the discography, somethin' you got to see