This is a song about "Model t ford"

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

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

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

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

My team winning that's a fact boy

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

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/

My new bitch is now a model

This shit just look like a novel

Marry a model and pop an awful lot of bottles,

Together all the timethought it was true love