This is a song about "Ford"

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

My team winning that's a fact boy

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

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

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

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

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

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

In an ocean full of sharks bout to come up short

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

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

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

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