This is a song about "Ford mustangs"

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

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

Send me automatic no practice i ain't gotta aim just shoot that bitch

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

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

Best believe this is the boy

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

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

And gary coleman just passed: life is short

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

On trial for possession of some chronic

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

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