This is a song about "Benny"

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Benny was spitting filthy, c-cee was breathing chilly

Benny fucking trip remember the name,

Never let the game play youand for the fame

Benny is about to reach the twenty eya-eya o

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

You're boring like bugs bunny, insulting swin3 and benny just to get votes or props

To be the man in this wicked land underhanded hits are plannedscams are plotted over grams and rocks

But benny and 420 you need just to know that insulting me without being wrong,

But i'm losin' all my motherfuckin' friends.. damn!they should've shot me when i was born

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

Swin3 spat chile, benny spat chile, denice spat chile

Around here i am the g.o.a.t. like the capricorn

And we got benny, so we're ready with the deadliest form