This is a song about "Cody ford"

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

She got back with her old boy

To you ‘n cody, we were all joking,

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

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

And you can tell by the chiseled horns on my forehead bitch

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

So get off that whip cody,

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

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

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

Now i'm taking these pills and i ain't even sick

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

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