This is a song about "My 94 ford"

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

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

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Silent momentman, i been missing you

My own unknown is my enemy,

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

If i was id lose beef with the 94 dinosaur

And then leave your ass in a hospital bed, i'm the only god only lord,

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

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Check my bank account, got racks on racks