This is a song about "Ford mustang american muscle"

And nowadays niggas stand behind em like clive davis

They ain't got no muscle you would think they was weightless.

Burning american flags, screamin fuck fags,

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

No congressional reppers, no respectable rappers

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

We don't trust no one american, conservative or libertarian,

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

I then gained a little muscle

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

Big bullets, look like a mack truck, shooters ride wit’ that mac tucked

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