This is a song about "Ford mustang"

Mom loved me before..then left me to hustle alone as she couldn't afford/

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

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

There's a million names for your kind of chronic

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

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

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

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

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

My team winning that's a fact boy

Say you want that dope shit, welcome to satan's cabbage patch, bitch

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

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

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

Inspired by that ganja most 9-to-5ers just can't afford

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