This is a song about "Ten four"

Or keep small it around four

Sure runnin' like i'm heavy hardcore

Dear me, in about ten years

That was my influence

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

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

Go on killing spree number ten

Magic city tipping them

Which you know i'm different, right

Top ten charts, where i reside

Finish line with the tire marks

Four more tarts playing harps

Ten out of ten because so you know i glow

You see the devil is alive but he work slow

Knowing he could score a ten out of ten,

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