This is a song about "Doug 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

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

And gary coleman just passed: life is short

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

You're sure to catch her witcha one day boy

Oh nooo, here we goo, must risk it for the fork, must eat this fucking pork!

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

I feel this beat like doug

The cool say i'm thug

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

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