This is a song about "Ford bronco"

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

There's a million names for your kind of chronic

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

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

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

I should have known from the start boy

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

Your flow is more fucked than the bitches in my bronco

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

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

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

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

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

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