This is a song about "Ben and tim"

Sometimes i think, what i need

And kill yourself and your clique

As she goes through the levels

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

See, mel made a couple milli sellin’ jesus passion

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

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

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Shit with our whole family

Living young and wild and free

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

And a fridge and some broccoli

Dress pimping-like and toast like less when

His a very hard rival you little ben

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

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape