This is a song about "Ben stiller"

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

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

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Got her laughing like a joke from ben stiller,

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

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight

I'mma go to war with the devil 'til we're even

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

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

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

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

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Oops i meant audemar, my whole team got them

His a very hard rival you little ben