This is a song about "Australian rules football"

And tarnished image of cool teachers suddenly abloish rules

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

They say, "follow the rules,

When they hear me rocking the groove

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

Thowin around bombs worse then ponder with a football,

Like football your ass smacked dad

Naked woman rub my back

Football jocks and performers

Killin’ y’all niggas, any last words

It's all good, finna dog that

There's rules to this shit

And screaming i guess them nightmares as a child

Infatuation it rules my mind

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

Bending language rules and all