This is a song about "Ben gregory"

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then

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

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Got her laughing like a joke from ben stiller,

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

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

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

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

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

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

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

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

Had a crush on way back, i wasn’t vip then

His a very hard rival you little ben