This is a song about "Model t ford"

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

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

But i spit faster than model bitches that never get fatter

Now i'm taking these pills and i ain't even sick

Rocking moccasins and slow dancing with a model chick

Never said i was a role model so don't point

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed

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

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

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

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

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

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