This is a song about "Ford"

You have highlights about your life, i have lights 'bout my high life bitch

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

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

Best believe this is the boy

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

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

Oh nooo, here we goo, must risk it for the fork, must eat this fucking pork!

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

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

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

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

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