This is a song about "Brie ford"

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

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

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

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

I am your hell so elf go fuck yourself i am a cray orc, your rotten pork

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

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

Send me automatic no practice i ain't gotta aim just shoot that bitch

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

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

She got back with her old boy

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

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and