This is a song about "Ben s"

And could i be a star

Bad, just like an 80's car

If only i could go back into the 80’s

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

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

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

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

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess