This is a song about "Whitey ford"

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

Nigger this, whitey that man i don't understand it,

I should have known from the start boy

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

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

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

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Say you want that dope shit, welcome to satan's cabbage patch, bitch

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

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

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

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

Meanwhile six headed demons take my hand to show me round this ghost ward

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

Niggas lookin like larry holmes, flabby and sick