This is a song about "World order"

Is this the new world order

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

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

I avoid that shit and order papa john's

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

Before us accordingly in court of order to speak

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

Life sentence, court order, hearing the journeys thoughts

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

Ain't no fathers but the skinny niggas tryna hit their daughters

We'll then make order reelected

P.s eh i ain't trying to nit pick

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

My motherfucking doctor said i need a doctor