This is a song about "Rule of ten"

My shit is full of it spending money ten dollars a dime

On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time

Cause i see bout ten more of you but sorry there's no more of me

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

I see'em grillin, i ate it though

Ten out of ten because so you know i glow

I'm through dissin ja rule

I call that shit that middle school

How many kids you know with scars on there arms at the age of ten?

While syd is telling me that she's been getting intimate with men

I've been scribbling rhyming syllables since the age of ten

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

I, rule this place with any method of force

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

I rap for about ten minutes and then the school bus pulls up in front of me