This is a song about "Stock order"

That's an order, and my soul is

But i don't got the steak for y'all dishes

Like a chick,get a whole new stock of tamphons and pad.

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad

Wale got skills, man my nigga i’m will smith

The most brokest cold stock broker winter solstice

Shitting his stock of cash out his ass

Poppin purple tagsshow my face for cash

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

Follow the order if your a fucking fanatic

So take the stage just show me what you got

Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Into a world, with no order,