This is a song about "Bens fake youtube account"

With fake accounts,stop seeking fake help

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

Here's my account, son, of why i rap so good,

Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

So before i go, you should harvest food

Your too young for rap,sign in on youtube

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

My account hacked, bullied, wrists that still bleed, yet i'm still here.

I'll diss you all, make you delete your account,

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

I don't believe in bein fake

See my hands start to shake

Do you, not youtube

Bb king or the neighbors of snoop