This is a song about "Ford mustang"

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

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

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

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

Their leather seats in the two-door mustang shit…

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big

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

The only reason that i put up with this moody ass bitch

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

On my back boy, holla back boy

A shelter from hector with experience from vector then i got bored

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