This is a song about "Slammed civic"

Slammed closed doors and crammed posed floors

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Knowing i can go wherever and get 8 more

My mother dead fell over and slammed on the floor.

And by the way i'mma start

I always left doors slammed and locked,

Scare 'em to death, and caught them motherfuckers dampoh shit, 2pacalypse is back and strapped

You should give up because your gunna get slammed i might be lost but your gunna be damned

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

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

Thousands of people slammed by the typhoon

And her smile lit up the room

My mother dead fell over and slammed on the floor.

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore