This is a song about "The ten commandments"

Cos my mac ten sprays like 'pac then (the old days)

And any connotation is viewed many ways

For putting in ten minutes of just using the alphabet

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

Ten unique words before saving, rap pad what the fuck

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

The year is twenty-ten and i need a saw

I'm feelin' chris childs, you lookin' like kobe bryant jaw

When all the upper middle class families are ten percent,

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

When i put ten in the bank and they take eight?

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid

My childhood was fucked from the age of ten

I wish i’ll never see you again

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

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again