This is a song about "Ford"

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

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

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

You got phat pockets like a fat boy

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

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

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

And whack hoes hatin' on key out in public

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

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

Say you want that dope shit, welcome to satan's cabbage patch, bitch

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

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,