This is a song about "Abby ford"

We don't need y'all, the fader's who we really fucking with, bitch

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

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

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/

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

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

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

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

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and