This is a song about "Katie ford"

Guess what ike, im fucking katie

Fuck sara lee, mrs. smith; you the pie lady

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

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

You're a divorced slut and you can't suck dick

She got back with her old boy

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

The kinda person to get katie couric to cursin'

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

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

Meanwhile six headed demons take my hand to show me round this ghost ward

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