This is a song about "Ben"

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

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

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

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

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

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

Got her laughing like a joke from ben stiller,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

His a very hard rival you little ben

I'm bigger than the code, i'm game genie

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

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

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