This is a song about "Ben and jerrys"

Poke out from behind her

And don't ever (and don't ever)

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

But ben i don't don't think you realize what's at stake

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

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

I'mma go to war with the devil 'til we're even

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Ima bosscall me ah a skinny rick rossflyer than a sworm of moths