This is a song about "Whitey ford"

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

It's time for a bloody foot you little rabbit

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

You have highlights about your life, i have lights 'bout my high life bitch

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

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

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

Rockin in my jordans so i guess im space jammin on your ball court

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

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

2 of her friends in the back boy

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy