This is a song about "Ford mustangs"

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

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

She would drive the toys plus ride the boy

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

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

Meanwhile six headed demons take my hand to show me round this ghost ward

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

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

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

Big bullets, look like a mack truck, shooters ride wit’ that mac tucked

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

She wanna tear the mall down throwin’ stacks quick

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

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