This is a song about "Mail order brides"

Got tired of running from the police

Normally i order three or four of these

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

I don't need no lawyer, i'm in court without the order,

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

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

New world order and i'm the master of psychological disorders,

Ain't no fathers but the skinny niggas tryna hit their daughters

Pink toenails tail like a beached whale

With parts of their body through the mail

A new world order, with a new constitution

Forever blastin'bitches ain't ready for this thug passion

That's an order, and my soul is

Ships that sail to distant places

I list my inspirations in roughly this order:

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for