This is a song about "Mikey ford"

2 of her friends in the back boy

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

We don't need y'all, the fader's who we really fucking with, bitch

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

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

He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

I'm just trynna be like mikey.

Welcome to my diary

I praise the lord, but disagree with my life so i slice my wrist every night with my sword,

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

Shame on themyour legs too little and your t-shirt big

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick