This is a song about "Ford mustang"

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

Rockin in my jordans so i guess im space jammin on your ball court

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

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

Make martin luther tell god i'm the future for heaven's talent

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

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

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

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

I just open up easier when i talk through a mic

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

You're sure to catch her witcha one day boy

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Their leather seats in the two-door mustang shit…