This is a song about "Katie ford"

Guess what ike, im fucking katie

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

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

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

Shit this life gets overwhelming and more then hectic

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

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

I think i owe you an apology katie, 'cause no one's as cold as me,

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

She would drive the toys plus ride the boy

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

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

I had you motherfuckers eating salad like a fat bitch

The kinda person to get katie couric to cursin'

I'm stealin' purses rapin' nurses i'm a crooked surgeon