This is a song about "Ford mustang american muscle"

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

Shame on themyour legs too little and your t-shirt big

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

Their leather seats in the two-door mustang shit…

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

Fuck what them niggas saying i aspire for greatness

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

Meanwhile six headed demons take my hand to show me round this ghost ward

I'm taking women to heaven and then i take em home

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

She would drive the toys plus ride the boy

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

The world is so typical

Of which we lack muscle.