This is a song about "Rule of ten"

Ten, ten, ten, twenties and the fifties bitch

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

Slap it on a butty, ten foot thick, then wash it all down with a cup of sick

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Ten ten ten twenties on ya titties bitch

Never agree with that message

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

I’m an animal my video on discovery channel

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

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

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

I, rule this place with any method of force

Knowing he could score a ten out of ten,

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

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

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