This is a song about "Rules about the iditarod"

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

It was the best of the best rules//

Principal in this bitch i make the rules.

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

Niggas die over shoes

Or did you not get the rules

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

Thinkin that your on my level, just for thinkin those thoughts you broke the rules

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Cash rules everything, even rules the future

It's pie in the sky and there's bodies on the cement

So things work my way,and with the rules that ive kept

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

And the principal asks why we cant follow the rules