This is a song about "Order"

Yeah, i got philippe chow flow

Order bottles, no moscato

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

Normally i order three or four of these

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,

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

I avoid that shit and order papa john's

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Since i quarter dimes in order n' preach crack in holy water

Is this the new world order

Yeah i'm gon' leave with her

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Skilfully i scalp sever and slaughter in chronological order,

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Of goin christopher dorner on all who enforce order