This is a song about "Goody goody"

Is this the new world order

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

"son, the winner is the one you feed."

Has the power to make them laws that maintain our social order.

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

I'm so clean, you're cum stained

Yes u better believe it

I had to fight back and shit

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Skilfully i scalp sever and slaughter in chronological order,

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Of goin christopher dorner on all who enforce order