This is a song about "Grad 10"

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

10 fives, 5 tens, 8 twenties its nothin!

10 mil thats all i want

So rest your weary heart

Artistic individuality

Now i can draw your face up pretty

They bringing me fish and chips

I been waiting for 10 years

Repetition until recognition

They all see my life from a childish position