This is a song about "Ben freeman"

Something wicked this way come

Voice in my head it's morgan freeman:

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

This is my passion, i'm out atlanta, smashing some action

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

Paid our prize tryna contrive with demons, to be a freeman

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

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

Semetex said we’re good, and we’re good then

His a very hard rival you little ben

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

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

Got her laughing like a joke from ben stiller,

Cause your shine is somethin' like a mirror