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

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

You just some old bitch that we did before

We used a andy warhol to paint the decor

And last but not least please don't tell no one

You talkin bout toting that gun

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

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

Niggas die over shoes

Bitch there aint no fucking rules

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

What you talkin' 'bout if it ain't 'bout the money?

But you the only one who ain't tellingi tell you it's a cold world, stay in school

Replaced with kids sayin' "did you listen to the wack bar of that illuminati fool?"//