This is a song about "Chris rules"

Zero options to choose

They say, "follow the rules,

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

And tarnished image of cool teachers suddenly abloish rules

Bending language rules and all

Mirror mirror on the wall

One time for the girls with the right shoes

I play by nobody's rules

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

This hoodrats think they're bad , when their names chris

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

It was the best of the best rules//

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Cash rules everything, even rules the future

She prayed on me passing that bar

Where there is no rules car