This is a song about "Ben mitchell"

His a very hard rival you little ben

Time after time, again and again

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

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

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

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

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

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

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

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

Got her laughing like a joke from ben stiller,

Regardless to all them, i appease her