This is a song about "10 yards"

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

And then send that bitch 50 yards like a kicker,

Acquiring affluent abilities.

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Repetition until recognition

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Artistic individuality

When you wipe your eyes see it clearly

Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart

There are dead sheep in the yards, playing these cards is getting hard

No gimmick: real time, real heart

10 mil thats all i want