This is a song about "Planets in order"

But in no specific order, man, here is how i rank 'em,

Fuck-nigga-ass hypebeast niggas, now back to the album

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Rumour has it, my rhymes are vast like super planets

Unbalanced- a challenge that can manage to mangle the axis of planets

That likes walking with his hips bragging about his marijuana hits.

Rock supporter, got his cocks in order, they too chicken to talk

Brooklyn boy get plenty love, on the turnpike with my philly broad

Is this the new world order

The only time i flirt with her

Before us accordingly in court of order to speak

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

In order to be a jock wear cool socks and be on the football team and get lean

The planets wont align

It's check out time