This is a song about "Benny banks"

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

Swin3 spat chile, benny spat chile, denice spat chile

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Banks fail and get billion-dollar bail-outs, it's sad to call it,

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

The river of death has brimmed his banks

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

Benny trip did it, he caught lighter fluid,

On, thanksgiving we thankful, just for livin in helldamn homey, i don't mean to be harsh

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

And on the banks of this river

It's like you're my mirror

Benny trip makes the rules now, i've fallen off track

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

Pockets on heavy d, bitch i'm hot, third degree

Benny was spitting filthy, c-cee was breathing chilly