This is a song about "Rule the school"

And remember my rule

That's the sound of my tool

He who has the gold, makes the rule,that's the golden rule

I grew up with nothin, it hurt me to see my mother poor

Contrary to the rule of the wise generals

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Then you look like a fucking fool

Because i'm the best writer in school,

They all see my life from a childish position

Rule number one eliminate the competition

Kill people, burn shit, fuck school

I'm through dissin ja rule

When destruction is the rule, well all cease to be,

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Snitches here don't got no heart

Every kid in the school yard