This is a song about "Races honda money"

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

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Masons, pi equations and how were labeled by our races!

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Politicians to stand and fight, making accusations to inferior races,

Dropping a honda four twenty on four twenty,

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

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

Getting to the money

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Our races were faced with hate and it was tragic

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

Our races were faced with hate and it was tragic

Shame on themyour legs too little and your t-shirt big