This is a song about "Order"

That's life shit alright, shit, i could call you right quick

Follow the order if your a fucking fanatic

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

She should have invited her

Into a world, with no order,

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

Normally i order three or four of these

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

Before us accordingly in court of order to speak

We'll then make order reelected

Underestimated that r8, then i tested

That's an order, and my soul is

But not a single fuck for y'all bitches