This is a song about "Doug ford"

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

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

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

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

On my back boy, holla back boy

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

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

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

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

I feel this beat like doug

If not, dogg, i'm choking the slut

We don't need y'all, the fader's who we really fucking with, bitch

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