This is a song about "10 years marage"

Racks on racks, i don’t know how to act

It's been years, but my brain doesn't rot so fast

Its been five years and here comes another

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

Why you saving that, with her misbehaving ass

Gray coupe, whip in momma's name

So, 50 years from now, check what i became!

That was my influence

I been waiting for 10 years

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Ask in 10 years and l guarantee the same response

And do i need to mention when

21 years of age, being strapped with a m-4

I'da ran away from home years ago,

Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low