This is a song about "Ten four"

Every night after ten

I'll never call you bitch again

Ten out of ten because so you know i glow

Got ten on the floor, stop playing with flow

I got soul, there's more in store

Or keep small it around four

Since i was ten, and slapped,

Then i bet he be cracked

I'm working on four dimensions

And the v12, that's on various trips

Smash into your four-by-four door ford in a honda accord,

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

So when i kick in the door, not waving the four four

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

Go on killing spree number ten

I swear i'll never call you bitch again