This is a song about "Ford f150"

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

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

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

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/

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

Say you want that dope shit, welcome to satan's cabbage patch, bitch

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

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

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

She got back with her old boy

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick