This is a song about "Barack osomohomo ben laden"

Perhaps i'm a writer like him, but ben with no kim or kin

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Yo this old school shinobi is about to go full ben kenobi

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

The sage is burnt to crumb, the pipe scorched like my laden lung

But hold the beat, he ain't speaking for everyone

Arm out the window screaming money ain't a thangcall it automatic bang, bang, bang

You fuck with a family man, understand, my pen brings it like a laden weatherman/

And fuck you all, i'm rap's bin laden,

Catch you up on places i've been

His a very hard rival you little ben

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

Put the glocks on the bench pull out the knife ur fear laden eyes widen u start begging for ur life