This is a song about "Model t ford"

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Shit, see that thing there was mine

And whack hoes hatin' on key out in public

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I know you do your thing, but be a role model,

Ima bad bitch on his hip man he call me his model

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

In an ocean full of sharks bout to come up short

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

Go so postal, oh so bold and cold, i'm not your role model,

This that pulpit, i’m hitting niggas with the gospel

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

Me i'mma still be a player, all day baby