This is a song about "Sm3 rules"

Breaking rules are for fools

Niggas die over shoes

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

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

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

And the principal asks why we cant follow the rules

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

No snapbacks, no tattoos y'all heard how he said cash rules?

Life ain't long enough to play by the rules, play by the rules

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

Or did you not get the rules

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

When they hear me rocking the groove

They say, "follow the rules,

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

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools