This is a song about "Ford mustang american muscle"

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

I'm just tryin to get back, to what really matters

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened

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

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

As i lie and cheat my way to the american dream

Your developmental league don’t see a team

Their leather seats in the two-door mustang shit…

Uh, yea yea, turn me up a lil bit

This is what the american government has urged,

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

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

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Of which we lack muscle.

I'm like roots, you a new shovel