This is a song about "Ford tempo s"

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

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

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

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

Superfly, opposite of basic

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/

Such a different tempo

Where they find me, 16 on death row

S queezys very bold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

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