This is a song about "Benz"

Stop flossing, all you "ballers", fuck your benz, shiny wheels,

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

Its maybe that, my shoes and this benz,she in it with me

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

Drape'd down n that benz boxxy truck wit oxy cut soft az cotton bunched in a bag

Trying hard to speak and

600 benz, house six hundred grand

Pockets probably like fried food

The back of my mercedes benz loop.

When i saw that 28 to put me in and out of state

He buy the benz where acres and crazy real estate

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Who ain't really had big plans but to drive a shiny benz