This is a song about "Hope ford"

Instead of giving them hope

Ever since then i had no job

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

We don't need y'all, the fader's who we really fucking with, bitch

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

Wrote your last situation no hope

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

Maybe i should just give up all hope

I'm a spiteful misanthrope with no hope

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Impeccable give it my note

Then soon i gave up hope,

And if you pay for that yourself

I lost hope almost roped myself

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy