This is a song about "Mail order brides"

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

We'll then make order reelected

New world order i dont support it

I know the world been waiting for that

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

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

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

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

Nah, i ain't gonna be embedded in jail

With parts of their body through the mail

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

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

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

Rappers wanna battle me, i have to mail their heads back