This is a song about "Ig 10"

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Repetition until recognition

Words with wood he ig-nites,just to flee these kites

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

I been waiting for 10 years

I make you feel like it is 10 below

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Artistic individuality

The good kid from the ugly city

The ice ain't really nothing to her

10 chains i done copped em for the summer