This is a song about "New world orders"

A new world order, with a new constitution

See, mel made a couple milli sellin’ jesus passion

Lets go to a new, brand world and say goodbye

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Sitting in the room, on the phone, cooking up orders

But real freaky in tha darkplus i got some enemies, baby

I really not scared of nobody, darkc,pardon me,orders dont bark at me,

Sat back as the spectre giving orders to the interceptor thats not the authority

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Heard all over the world

She wanted to fight at first

Y'all niggas act like waitress, you're always taking orders,

Everything is subject to change like broken dollars