This is a song about "Ben sucks"

Rhyming way too much, god this rap sucks

I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

This is what - your style? yeah, well it sucks

It sucks when your competition aint much

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

To the homestead suites to drink liquor

Got her laughing like a joke from ben stiller,

Your flow sucks like plastic straws

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

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

For all my homies in the pen, many peers deadniggas still ballin

After i axed the guy who asked why my rappin' sucks.

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

No one seems to understand my struggles, troubled and it sucks,