This is a song about "Ten principles of economics"

Go on killing spree number ten

Made a million with the pen

My childhood was fucked from the age of ten

Riding around with ms. reece and them

How many kids you know with scars on there arms at the age of ten?

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

While syd is telling me that she's been getting intimate with men

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

Distorting principles of endued greed,

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

The race war, when it's us against all of them

Promote sex to children under the age of ten,

Knowing he could score a ten out of ten,

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

It's against my principles, like religion dont pray that