This is a song about "Bens football skills"

Yea i'm missin some sleep

My skills they are all weak

Rhyming skills and concentration

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

But looka the future’s super football star, he’ll hopefully be picked,

Shit, we don't believe none of them

Showing my skills once again,

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

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

Nothin you can do to match my skills

Momma chillthug livin pay the bills

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Runt , who lack the necessary skills

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Here comes the boom, this is football fuckas, so i stood tall while you suffer