This is a song about "Ben freeman"

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

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

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

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

His a very hard rival you little ben

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Yo this old school shinobi is about to go full ben kenobi

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

With suits blacker than huey freeman

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

Got her laughing like a joke from ben stiller,

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

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