This is a song about "We sayin no rules bitch that aint what we talkin bout playin indoors you fool"

You talkin nonsense we let that baretta spit

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

Bitch there aint no fucking rules

I ain't sayin' the names, but i playin' the games bitch,

They frontin', they charles s. dutton movin' garbage

The game entails what we get into... but the rules change as we live it too

Lobster over salmon and i ain't ever tried to tuna you

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

That´s not what we taught you, you swore an oath

I don't respect no brain cells unless we talkin' that saliva spit

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

They talkin now,about that new artist who we talkin bout?

It's rainin' now somehow the fugitive's out