This is a song about "Mercedes is jot"

You'll wish you forgot of the watts i shot, kilowatts got you jot,

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

And yes i am the teacher class sit on down/ take yah pens out/ n jot this down/

Gotta finish this verse, can't write it downearly flight now i'm out of town

I write a lot and satan tallies every rhymes i jot

I never ever can see no when i be in her slot

So here i am at the store for some chips

Mercedes rear view, thats where today appears

Now im out of control in my mercedes i roll

To clear my head i'm feelin low, losin control

Jot a phrase across the page, knock you straight off the stage,

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

Mansions maids mercedes

Cause there could never be peace