This is a song about "Mercades benz"

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

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

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

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

That girl’s an alien and if i die before i wake

He buy the benz where acres and crazy real estate

The back of my mercedes benz loop.

Got shit dropped out, don't recoup

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

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

Sweet, okay makes sense

You aint driving a benz

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

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex