This is a song about "Katie ford"

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick

I threw my pair on the lightpole because of him

The kinda person to get katie couric to cursin'

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

A shelter from hector with experience from vector then i got bored

I style on new york, pile up my fork

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

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

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

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Guess what ike, im fucking katie