This is a song about "Ford fiesta"

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

You're sure to catch her witcha one day boy

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

I praise the lord, but disagree with my life so i slice my wrist every night with my sword,

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

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

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

In an ocean full of sharks bout to come up short

Salute me, game: invented it, and you can't get no membership, little bitch

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

And whack hoes hatin' on key out in public

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

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