This is a song about "Ford exploder"

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

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

I style on new york, pile up my fork

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

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

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

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

He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord

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

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

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy