This is a song about "Bens football skills"

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

I have to deal with bullshit all my life and still don't have a deal.

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

My bens stops with a beep make some friends but not with the cops

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

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

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

Same rhymes with bad flow and no skills

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

I'm glad i sacked his ass in football back then i was hella raw

Big said it, more money more ills

Nothin you can do to match my skills

Have no souls indeed

My skills they are all weak