This is a song about "Rule of ten"

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

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

I'm through dissin ja rule

Back in tha old school

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

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

Promote sex to children under the age of ten,

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

Ten, ten, ten, twenties and the fifties bitch

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

Better hope you can handle the amount of beef in ten cattle

Confidence to the max multiplied by ten, finally coming out of the den/

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

The father of me/ i had to speak if i wanted to be free/ i was ten

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again