This is a song about "Ben wallace"

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

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

Got her laughing like a joke from ben stiller,

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

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

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

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

His a very hard rival you little ben

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

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

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

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Yeah man rhyming all out like doctor suess and christopher wallace,

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love