This is a song about "Ben smith"

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

You gotta chill bitch, you're wilder than will smith

I'm fresher than will smith walking through bel air.

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

As god as my witness, this will smith spit real shit

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

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

You swear the bitch was plantedmy lyrics motivate the planetit's similar to rhythm nation

His a very hard rival you little ben

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

Nerds are testing, hit 'em when i switch to smith and wesson,

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

Think you're fresh? talk to will smith. i've rocked these hills since

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

One shot out of my new smith and wesson