This is a song about "Lea hilt ford"

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

But i swear to god my biz bad boy

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

Mom loved me before..then left me to hustle alone as she couldn't afford/

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

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

And whack hoes hatin' on key out in public

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

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

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

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

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

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

Oh, not again! another critic writing report