This is a song about "Rule 34"

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

Rap fool,follow the leader,let the master rule

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

Rapping rule, back to school

Searchin' for a new explosion

Bet i get like 8 of them

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

We left em a world that's cursed

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll

It's my first fucken rule i fire in the asshole

But i'm not in the first place

Oo girl, what a disgrace

So if you wanna leave

34. blood running down my sleeve,

Eruption? this ain't perversion

Something wicked this way come