This is a song about "Ben james"

Earl sweatshirt, tyler, the creator

Creative as james spader

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

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

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

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Flying higher than james bond in moon raker

Cause by then it's just too late, there's so much we can take

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

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

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

Riding around with ms. reece and them

Trinidad james, 2chainz, drake and this problem