This is a song about "Races honda money"

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

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

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

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

And now me, you can call me mr. friendly

Dropping a honda four twenty on four twenty,

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

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

My aces got mad body cases, preserve spaces at the horse races

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Tie titanium around their neck and watch em panic

Our races were faced with hate and it was tragic

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

Our races were faced with hate and it was tragic

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup