This is a song about "Mikey ford"

But i swear to god my biz bad boy

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

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

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

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

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

On they twitter writing novels, see

I'm just trynna be like mikey.

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

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

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

Send me automatic no practice i ain't gotta aim just shoot that bitch

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

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