This is a song about "Bens football skills"

Ask her address she holla saks fifth

Planet earth intense skills fulfills

Singing my life with his words

Football jocks and performers

Punt her like a football 'till my hoof leg goes numb. my oh my, what do we here?

A dollar might say fuck them niggas that you came with that's just how i feel

Skills are astronomical,

I'm fried from this ripple

I’m blessed it, cross-sign baptism west shit

Ive got the skills needed,

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

Lastly i gotta spit 'bout how you're at no lack of skills

They bringing me fish and chips

On point, i hone my skills

"damn, this kid has no skills

Now, nigga, it’s the prince