This is a song about "Ford bronco"

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

You have highlights about your life, i have lights 'bout my high life bitch

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

Mom loved me before..then left me to hustle alone as she couldn't afford/

Wanted to jump the gun but ain't know it was loaded though

R.i.p to my brown bronco, keep the peace in morocco

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

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

You got phat pockets like a fat boy

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

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

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford