This is a song about "Ben goldman"

And louder than a microphone that's slightly near a lion's den

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

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

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

And he's killin' emcees 'till blood spills like ron goldman,

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

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Collection of freestyles that i just want to make

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

Got her laughing like a joke from ben stiller,

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

His a very hard rival you little ben

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