This is a song about "Command and mix economy"

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

The place to start is in our music, not the economy

I see random people all over like a repeat command

But now it's back to the lab 45 messages right after you land

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Korrupt kats that's jocking me, poverty, possibly a oligarchy economy

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Never did we think we'd have this weak of an economy,

So i don't spill my mix

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then

And mix the shit with guinness liquor, tonic, vomit, smack again,

It's a mix of art and science that i use to drop bombs and make scenes silent,

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump