This is a song about "Ford"

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

Make martin luther tell god i'm the future for heaven's talent

I praise the lord, but disagree with my life so i slice my wrist every night with my sword,

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

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

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

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

I'm recordin' that shit on the fuckin' little mic

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

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

Cause i'll kill if i find out you're watching some other movies, bitch

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

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

But i swear to god my biz bad boy