This is a song about "Oder of operations"

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

And my only fear's a wedding ring

We raiders of the lost ark

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

We calling his bluff, so get your nose on this handgun

I give bitches dick and leave

Top of my pile of bodies

On ds y’all, ds flow like nothing y’all heard

Of being of always getting wired

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

So if you open up your heart i’ll give you mine

Hopin' that my niggas see

Part of my heart beat, inside of me