This is a song about "World order"

Waiter asked for my order, i say i wanna piece of you/

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

New world order and i'm the master of psychological disorders,

Just went back to collegeshe is my dancer, when she dance i throw her dollars

You ain't working hard as this

That's an order, and my soul is

Of goin christopher dorner on all who enforce order

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Order shit load crack on ebay, bitch that's called underground ties

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

I don't need no lawyer, i'm in court without the order,

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her