This is a song about "Ford"

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

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

She got back with her old boy

He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord

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

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

And gary coleman just passed: life is short

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened

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

When we rumble, it's a catastrophyout for revenge on bitch

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