This is a song about "Ig 10"

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Repetition until recognition

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Artistic individuality

Imagination , penetration

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

I'da stopped there but we still on 10 bars

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

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

It makes me wish i was 10 years older/

Shout out them strippers who hustle

Clarity barley comprehensible/