This is a song about "School rules"

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

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

Fuck the rules of this battle,

This bag is from seattle

Who wiled out to break the rules, sprayed a tool, and hated school,

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

Bending language rules and all

I also have a cutie to call

Music that y'all condone

He even rules on heaven's throne!

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

And the principal asks why we cant follow the rules

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

And tarnished image of cool teachers suddenly abloish rules