This is a song about "Rules about the iditarod"

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

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

They say, "follow the rules,

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

14. set new rules in the bars that i'm stating,

And getting money is the song i sing

Met the babies, giving them rules of gun law

New grove, still bitches don't know this a flaw

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

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

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

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

Now im pissed of abusing the rules

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

Where the hood rules, kick our ass if we make a mistake!

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate