This is a song about "Oder of operations"

Credit card late fees

Top of my pile of bodies

Ma want me to go find a wife

Of the book of your life

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

We raiders of the lost ark

Our vision never changed, we self made

Because of my constant fear of being betrayed

Out of this coviction of feelings

Bring the battering ram where you live

We might be back in this baby

Part of my heart beat, inside of me

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine