This is a song about "Abby ford"

There's a million names for your kind of chronic

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

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

I praise the lord, but disagree with my life so i slice my wrist every night with my sword,

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

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

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

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

Say you want that dope shit, welcome to satan's cabbage patch, bitch

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

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

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

I should have known from the start boy

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy