This is a song about "Ben s"

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

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

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

Reputation is vital when you facin your rival

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

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

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

His a very hard rival you little ben

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

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

Cus i'm gonna love you girl until the end of time

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

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

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them