This is a song about "Ford fiesta"

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

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

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

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

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

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

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

Cause i'll kill if i find out you're watching some other movies, bitch

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

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

You're sure to catch her witcha one day boy

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy