This is a song about "Order"

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

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

Fuck 2dopeboyz, all them niggas bitches

That's an order, and my soul is

My nigga for life though

Order bottles, no moscato

Of goin christopher dorner on all who enforce order

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

(ball so hard) that shit cray, ain’t it jay? what she order, fish filet?

Keep coming up with funky ass stuff like every single day

Even if i have to decode a dictionary in order to travel

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

Droppin rhymes in order to keep your pedestal lower than mine

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

Normally i order three or four of these

You pussies ain't shit but venereal disease