This is a song about "Benny"

Benny was spitting filthy, c-cee was breathing chilly

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

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

Benny trip tryna fist her, like mister!

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

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

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back

Benny is about to reach the twenty eya-eya o

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

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

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

Like dissing benny and four twenty weren't enough

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones