This is a song about "Mrs honor"

Honor that i'm guilty of bombing tracks

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

Respect honor loyalty, massive when i smash sets,

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

You got bitches? think you wishes cuz i'm seeing glitches of mrs

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Your honor believe it wasnt me

Senor bout to catch me being late come on mrs roberts cant the attendance wait

Lyrically ma talent makes you wanna poke your prostate admire n masturbate

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Promoting honor or brawn before his thong is straddled

I wouldn't say i'm nino with the carter

Smoke in honor for a goner

Put that shit on whatever, we running another summer

I abandoned my father, he lost his honor, made me suffer