This is a song about "Stock order"

Took the van, went snatch her

Into a world, with no order,

My talent should take me places i've never been

Or stock dealin' there's no excuse for the preenin'

I list my inspirations in roughly this order:

My motherfucking doctor said i need a doctor

Normally i order three or four of these

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

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

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

Eric ya long-haired derelict look what i've got stock in store,

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

Life sentence, court order, hearing the journeys thoughts

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

But hows this, your the laughing stock