This is a song about "Puncuation rules"

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

And the principal asks why we cant follow the rules

He even rules on heaven's throne!

Smoke one stack straight to my dome

Cash rules everything, even rules the future

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

And tarnished image of cool teachers suddenly abloish rules

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

And it's so damn cool, to try and break rules,

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

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

Who cares? it's acceptable to men in suits who make the rules

Principal in this bitch i make the rules.

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose