This is a song about "Ben jones"

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Got her laughing like a joke from ben stiller,

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

They pull you in and destroy you like manson or prophet jones,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

He's a mixture of mathers, jones, and lamont coleman,

Put them out randomly hopin' that i get some

Given her the tlc i'll never creep then

His a very hard rival you little ben

Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day

Y'all turn them #crazy #prophets, jim jones, y'all dying today

The ice ain't really nothing to her

And be found, deep down, in davey jones locker.

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

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid