This is a song about "The ten commandments"

My childhood was fucked from the age of ten

What the fuck happened to rap when

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

Well, gotta go the next paper is callin for my pen to create a perfect ten,

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

Blade in her hand and a note on the side as she count to ten,

But your selling weed your the guy that gets them a ten

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

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

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

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

Ten, ten, ten, twenties and the fifties bitch

Never agree with that message

But what can i do now it's ten in the morning,

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win