This is a song about "Ben freeman"

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

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

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

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Its soo-woo season and shawty dick teasin' now for that reason

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

His a very hard rival you little ben

I rather give you my last to see you live again

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

In the back of the crown v, its me, ben, and speedy

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

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them

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