This is a song about "Ten fingers"

Went out and had a church of kids

Raising my fingers to critics

I can't ever change without you

He's fingers are tapping to

Man but this ain't no sign language

Ten ten ten twenties on ya titties bitch

Dear me, in about ten years

I can taste the salt from my tears

You're about ten, i'm sure,

James bond, tom ford outta haute couture

Every night after ten

Flyer than the rest of them

Uhh, its the ten hack commandments

I can teach you all the sounds of love