This is a song about "Ben shit"

Florida, we runnin' this rap shit

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

Wondering shit, questioning shit

Fuck it, they shrink to fit

Thats stuck threw all the shit,

Ya whole squad like "ooh shit!"

It's all good, finna dog that

The dead society of a poet

Wanna make uplifting shit

And i got a little big, keep it low key

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

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

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

There's rules to this shit

After that moscato hit