This is a song about "Mercedes is jot"

Except it ain't via the nose it's from deep in my soul

Now im out of control in my mercedes i roll

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

Making her money she drive a mercedes

Letting the melody synch while i jot

Curl up like big worm when i drop

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

The back of my mercedes benz loop.

Watch in shock when the words just come and i jot

I can only imagine, uncle bob

Been running around trying find a job

Its like god sent me this grief so i could jot