This is a song about "New wold order"

Normally i order three or four of these

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

Skilfully i scalp sever and slaughter in chronological order,

But i never ever thought that you would take me on this offer

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

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

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

Order shit load crack on ebay, bitch that's called underground ties

Over the wold you strolled, foretelling the untold,

I watched people i know pray and catch the holy ghost

Everything i do exotic i don't need to bring a broad

Rock supporter, got his cocks in order, they too chicken to talk

A new world order, with a new constitution

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Droppin rhymes in order to keep your pedestal lower than mine

Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime