This is a song about "Ford cars"

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

I feel like i got fifty cars

And mine somewhere bout mars

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

That look in his mama's eyes, he was traumatized by police cars,

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

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

I am your hell so elf go fuck yourself i am a cray orc, your rotten pork

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Cars are passing by, guy

And in fact i can’t deny