This is a song about "Mail order brides"

To be great, i'm giving it all it takes

You're wasting space like junk mail and sperm whales,

Just went back to collegeshe is my dancer, when she dance i throw her dollars

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

I'll teach you how to take it slow

Order bottles, no moscato

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

Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water

And california on that jerk shit

New world order i dont support it

I'll mail them to your door and send a note

They took her by the throat, we front in here for dope

Even if i have to decode a dictionary in order to travel

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

My insecurities and worries shall be no longer

I list my inspirations in roughly this order: