This is a song about "Riding in my benz"

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

I’m playing my hand and riding the iron horses and trains,

Chasin a 600 benz ambition after the tenth

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

I put the nigga in his casket

I'm riding around with my gun on hip

Riding lord sliding my sword i sawed your styling

Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing

Verse writing, hearse riding,

And my grandmother dying

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

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see