This is a song about "Henry ford"

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

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

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

And then leave your ass in a hospital bed, i'm the only god only lord,

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

Big bullets, look like a mack truck, shooters ride wit’ that mac tucked

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

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

On my back boy, holla back boy

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

She said it really dont matter if its real though

Words so effortless, call me henry david thoreau.