This is a song about "Ford mustang"

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

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

Niggas lookin like larry holmes, flabby and sick

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

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

The only reason that i put up with this bougie ass bitch

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

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Their leather seats in the two-door mustang shit…

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

And that's word to my nigga bad boy

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

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

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

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

Nigga cue me in i'm a peruvian drug lord