This is a song about "Orders"

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

We will reserve and act like waitresses, we'll take orders,

I really not scared of nobody, darkc,pardon me,orders dont bark at me,

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

Like odysseys and stop fighting wars that the government orders,

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Sitting in the room, on the phone, cooking up orders

Blare recorders with static scraps but don't blame the orders when the matic taps.

But on the other hand i don't understand why you got other plans

I'm just a soldier following orders

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Sat back as the spectre giving orders to the interceptor thats not the authority