This is a song about "Order of operations"

That's an order, and my soul is

Don't be afraid, it's just a kiss

Order bottles, no moscato

Got ten on the floor, stop playing with flow

But i never ever thought that you would take me on this offer

Skilfully i scalp sever and slaughter in chronological order,

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Into a world, with no order,

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

Waiter asked for my order, i say i wanna piece of you/

Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime

Droppin rhymes in order to keep your pedestal lower than mine

Life sentence, court order, hearing the journeys thoughts

My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls