This is a song about "Brie ford"

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

She would drive the toys plus ride the boy

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

Meanwhile six headed demons take my hand to show me round this ghost ward

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

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

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

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

Getting money, duckin' haters, nigga i ain't loafin' bitch

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

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick