This is a song about "Mail order brides"

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

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

That's an order, and my soul is

And i can't help but notice

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

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

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

I list my inspirations in roughly this order:

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

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

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