This is a song about "Mail order brides"

If you talk shit, i'll make you cry and tell your big moms

I avoid that shit and order papa john's

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

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

Order bottles, no moscato

Me? i'm wolf, you can call me tyler though

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

We'll then make order reelected

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Skilfully i scalp sever and slaughter in chronological order,

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

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

In the futuren, truly yours , wale

With parts of their body through the mail