This is a song about "Mikey ford"

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

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

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick

You know what? nigga, it's blacc friday

I'm just trynna be like mikey.

And it tried to run away but "sikey mikey" dragged it back

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

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

When we rumble, it's a catastrophyout for revenge on bitch

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

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