This is a song about "Ben master"

And i ain't frontin for her

Control the mind of yo master

Black tear compliment my black lips in the lamborghini

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

Fight the master and leave,

Got her going down, no teeth

They say i'm too nice to be a rapper

You're the servant, i'm the master.

I made a promise to the mirror

Got her laughing like a joke from ben stiller,

Call me master splinter

Pour out some liquor

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

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

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

His a very hard rival you little ben