This is a song about "Orders and boards"

And remember what i said and

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

On the boards running with the bulls noah,blocked into a coma,

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

I send a blast and a gasp through them boards

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

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

And scott larock the super ho back in latin quarters

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

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

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

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse