This is a song about "Benz"

Money stacked to the ceiling just as quick as it dispense

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

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

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

600 benz, house six hundred grand

Cause i got the burner in the hand

Chasin a 600 benz ambition after the tenth

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

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

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

He buy the benz where acres and crazy real estate