This is a song about "Shiny"

Who earn their cash and blow it all up on these shiny cars,

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

We ain't playing for rings and that trophy i mention before, i let em keep

She likes to look in my hood; she says it's the best shiny bling with that one rippled beat

Who ain't really had big plans but to drive a shiny benz

Yeah, i had this little bad thing something like them tens

And keep in my small shiny white nuts

Where you welcome to problems

Stop flossing, all you "ballers", fuck your benz, shiny wheels,

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Can you see past your shiny clothes and feel your mind get dimmer,

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

I dont have a problem puttin somethin shiny in ya mouth/