This is a song about "Ford mustangs"

2 of her friends in the back boy

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

Nigga cue me in i'm a peruvian drug lord

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

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

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

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

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

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

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

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image