This is a song about "Ben porter"

His a very hard rival you little ben

Riding around with ms. reece and them

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

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Got her laughing like a joke from ben stiller,

The ice ain't really nothing to her

When i saw that 28 to put me in and out of state

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

“nah, don’t make me call the porter”

And there's little to be glad for

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

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

But fuck it, i know i'm the best, eli porter would shout it.

I be frontinand i'mma drink my hennessey like it ain't nothin

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