This is a song about "Abby ford"

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

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

Whitey here, but don't misconstrued me with the ford,

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

Smash into your four-by-four door ford in a honda accord,

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

Take some inventory, in this gorge there's a ford engine, door hinge

You have highlights about your life, i have lights 'bout my high life bitch

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

I don't blame her though...now i see her smiling everytime she sees me in my ford/

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

My team winning that's a fact boy

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick