This is a song about "Ford"

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

I style on new york, pile up my fork

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

And you can tell by the chiseled horns on my forehead bitch

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

Bad bitches onlygot a sign on my dick

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

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

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

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

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

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

Best foot forward, holla at your boy