This is a song about "Ford mustang"

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

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

Getting money, duckin' haters, nigga i ain't loafin' bitch

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

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

Too good in between the sheets in the mustang now we call em love seats

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

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

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

Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort

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

Their leather seats in the two-door mustang shit…

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet