This is a song about "Ford focus"

I got the focus and you're atrocious

It's the dc thang, incase you ain't notice

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

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

They know everything even if they don't focus,

Together all the timethought it was true love

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

So listen up, y'all better focus

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Your emotions and focus

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

And that's word to my nigga bad boy

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Focus on the music your creating,