This is a song about "Ben being gay"

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

It's like sunshine on a rainy day

She can't know where my mother stay

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

Makin' toys at my work shop, while y'all are gay,

Watch them get they monica on all day

Ha, okparty people doin' what i say

You think im gay gay, what the hey hey

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

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

Those faggots won the gay off

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

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

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

We must, be the flyest of southerner men

His a very hard rival you little ben