This is a song about "Ford 150"

Oh nooo, here we goo, must risk it for the fork, must eat this fucking pork!

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

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

She got back with her old boy

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

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

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

On trial for possession of some chronic

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

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

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

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

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

When we rumble, it's a catastrophyout for revenge on bitch