This is a song about "Ford mustang"

You got phat pockets like a fat boy

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

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

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

Yeah, you swear your girl is faithful; everything ain't what it seems

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored

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

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

Make something out of nothing. nigga, i macgyver that bitch

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

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

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick