This is a song about "Ford 150"

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

Half a mill "rap-touring," jarrett jack boy

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

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

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

Send me automatic no practice i ain't gotta aim just shoot that bitch

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

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

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

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

Making it hard trying ta figure who's out ta trap me, pataki, got all

I almost ended it all, i almost fuckin hung a rope n' let all 150 pounds fall

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

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford