This is a song about "Ben davis"

Lookin' at me, now they know my face

Ill have miles davis come from the grave

Trayvon martin, jordan davis, rodney king, racist cop shit,

You never play with young boys cause they never private

In perpetual brownout, seeing davis, gray scenes

We all kings, give anything to my soft queens

And for enemies or faggot emcees vote for ben vote whoever you want him to win

You swear the bitch was plantedmy lyrics motivate the planetit's similar to rhythm nation

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

But i got more tricks up my sleeves then fucking ben ten

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

His a very hard rival you little ben