This is a song about "10 codes"

Imagination , penetration

My talent should take me places i've never been

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

Waterspoutin our despicable

It makes me wish i was 10 years older/

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Folarin said we 6 million and running

Gunrunning/ malfunctioning/ governing

This is oh so much like getting votes

And anti-noteable codes,

Working 10 hour shifts at a supermarket,

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that