This is a song about "Mercedes and rianna"

Now im out of control in my mercedes i roll

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Five shots she ready to leave

Of her black mercedes

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

Mercedes rear view, thats where today appears

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Then they'll play with mario brothers when it was duck hunt

Then me and ur girl be in a mercedes/

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys