This is a song about "Stance civic"

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

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

They be on that water here, put a couple in the air

I held her hands, her tilted stance, and her dyed strands of rebel hair,

I’m up to six hundred bricks, started with two hundred grams

Stupid ass nigga shouldn't step out his stance

So you take a glance at this stance n enhance

But i let off everything i have

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

Why do we flee instead of holding our stance?

Bizzle i respect you and your stance but it's wicked,

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

Often wonder to myself where the day's gone

They can't knock me down cause my stance strong

You wanna mess wit me, you got no chance_no stance,

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats