This is a song about "Doug ford"

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

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

My team winning that's a fact boy

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

I feel this beat like doug

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

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

I style on new york, pile up my fork

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

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

And then leave your ass in a hospital bed, i'm the only god only lord,