This is a song about "V ten"

Lots of these rappers did mothers, didn't they have h. i. v?

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

You're about ten, i'm sure,

James bond, tom ford outta haute couture

Then lost her faith again

Go on killing spree number ten

Every night after ten

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

Ten out of ten because so you know i glow

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

My all gold rolly or the

Got a v for vendetta,

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

M v p like steve nash

The d-a-v-e f the mothafuckin g

Nothin sweet when i attend, see