This is a song about "Patrick ten brinke"

And it rules everything around them

I'm chaining daps while i'm gaining ten

Ten years in an aluminum box

Bitch got all them booty shots

Since i was ten, and slapped,

For the one night stand

And do i need to mention when

Every night after ten

Ten, ten, ten, twenties and the fifties bitch

Man but this ain't no sign language

You're about ten, i'm sure,

Up in the sky, on a gulf stream tour

We must, be the flyest of southerner men

Go on killing spree number ten

While im rapping like emniem wayne or drizzy these nigga being patrick

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick