This is a song about "Ford"

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

Inspired by that ganja most 9-to-5ers just can't afford

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

Meanwhile six headed demons take my hand to show me round this ghost ward

And you can tell by the chiseled horns on my forehead bitch

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

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

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

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

I can change the whole game if a nigga bored

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy