This is a song about "Order of the arrow"

I'mma stay a whilehold ya head chris

That's an order, and my soul is

Of goin christopher dorner on all who enforce order

Into the hills of goldand peace to this young warrior

Graduated from rosé, addicted to blow

Order bottles, no moscato

Just went back to collegeshe is my dancer, when she dance i throw her dollars

New world order and i'm the master of psychological disorders,

In order to put on a show and grow these skills of mine

All the young motherfuckers that was took in they prime

Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water

Has the power to make them laws that maintain our social order.

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

I don't need no lawyer, i'm in court without the order,