This is a song about "Order management systems"

In the midst of a fire pit

We'll then make order reelected

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Overall abolition , overhauling all these systems

I list my inspirations in roughly this order:

Let the crowd choose who can fucking last longer

A new world order, with a new constitution

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Every day was a saturday, shit

So i dont need any management with it

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

So instead of fucking up there systems more,

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

#clinical insanity my brain flooded in genetical systems, belonging in therapies

To gain profit from their systems with forceful breach

Ay yo your girl around me? that's like sand to a beach