This is a song about "Orders"

I feel like quasimoto with all this shit on my shoulders

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

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

Because i'll be barking orders like i'm sergeant slaughter,

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

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

I'm just a soldier following orders

Got one, got two, three, four girls

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

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

And scott larock the super ho back in latin quarters

Y'all niggas act like waitress, you're always taking orders,

Patiently taking orders in order to conquer this

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice