This is a song about "Mercedes is jot"

I write a lot and satan tallies every rhymes i jot

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

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

Heyyyy! got some static for some niggas on the other side of town

Not knowin that they helpin me get my mercedes

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

Then me and ur girl be in a mercedes/

Create life with the beats, alicia keys

Pockets probably like fried food

The back of my mercedes benz loop.

To this collection of words that i happen to jot

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

Ask her address she holla saks fifth

Mercedes rear view, thats where today appears

Some people drive mercedes

... club, we'll be actin' real nice