This is a song about "Ben whalleys belly"

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

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

I'm definitely in a class of my own

It's the belly of the beast, when we knock nobody's home,

Rub on buddha's belly

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

In the #belly of the #beast, #teeth #biting through the #meat

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

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

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

Then change my fucking mind whenever i go belly up

With this old half a man, yaknowhati'msayin?i ain't tryin to put you in a position

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