This is a song about "Ford mustangs"

Best foot forward, holla at your boy

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

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

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/

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

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

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

We don't need y'all, the fader's who we really fucking with, bitch

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