This is a song about "Orders"

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

I know they mad i’m on, but that's too bad cause err shit, i'm here to stay i brought my bags

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

Patiently taking orders in order to conquer this

Like odysseys and stop fighting wars that the government orders,

I feel like quasimoto with all this shit on my shoulders

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

Everything is subject to change like broken dollars

But i never ever thought that you would take me on this offer

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

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

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

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

I'm just a soldier following orders