This is a song about "Katie ford"

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

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

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

Best foot forward, holla at your boy

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

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

//btw there are barely any pauses in this rap so it will be a bitch to record!

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

Say you want that dope shit, welcome to satan's cabbage patch, bitch

I don't think you understand me katie, no one does,

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

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