This is a song about "Oder of operations"

Part of my heart beat, inside of me

They say nothings ever free

Feeling, of appealing

Don't want to be the king

Top of my pile of bodies

I'm everything that they call nice

Money’s on the mental, my efforts monumental

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Out of mind out of sight

And girl you damn right

Puns of pearls, yo tongue will twirl, looka here

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Beaches of normandy.

What them tippers don't see