This is a song about "Ben readman"

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

I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

Got her laughing like a joke from ben stiller,

And louder than a microphone that's slightly near a lion's den

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

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

His a very hard rival you little ben

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

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

And for enemies or faggot emcees vote for ben vote whoever you want him to win

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Yo this old school shinobi is about to go full ben kenobi