This is a song about "Benz bands and bitches"

And i'll show you all type of bitches

But you hate them navel kisses

About disaster in the world and

600 benz, house six hundred grand

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

Screw a chick, go outside and give the coupe a kiss

They giving pounds and that before get the money

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

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

All that ass in your jeans

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

And understand i work hard to make these bands.

I'm on the stage, you in the stands