This is a song about "Ford f350"

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

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

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/

Inspired by that ganja most 9-to-5ers just can't afford

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

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

You're sure to catch her witcha one day boy

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

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

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

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