This is a song about "Grammer rules"

We're malcolm and davy, we make the fucking rules

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

Nah compared to your grammer, i ain't weak

I said ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique

No snapbacks, no tattoos y'all heard how he said cash rules?

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Cash rules everything, even rules the future

Gotta handle your own

He even rules on heaven's throne!

And still got my nike boots

I play by nobody's rules

And tarnished image of cool teachers suddenly abloish rules

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

They say, "follow the rules,

I still got my nike boots