This is a song about "Benedictine order"

Into a world, with no order,

And i ain't frontin for her

Waiter asked for my order, i say i wanna piece of you/

And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew

Tryna run over to put it in order got- "life is so less"

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

Of goin christopher dorner on all who enforce order

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Before us accordingly in court of order to speak

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

I avoid that shit and order papa john's

Order bottles, no moscato

Graduated from rosé, addicted to blow

(ball so hard) that shit cray, ain’t it jay? what she order, fish filet?

Owed the dope man for his productand he swore if he did not pay