This is a song about "Ford exploder"

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

Getting money, duckin' haters, nigga i ain't loafin' bitch

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

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

She would drive the toys plus ride the boy

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

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

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,

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

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Rockin in my jordans so i guess im space jammin on your ball court

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