This is a song about "Command and mix economy"

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

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

With beliefs and some standards screaming to command you

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

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

And if they resort to mix-tapes, my feats'll beat 'em per cassette

Command the bars like i'm the captain/

Jason keaton, i can only imagine

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Im a mix of eminem and pac, but just a bit ruder

Couple thou have ya brains scattered like chex mix. im all about a dolla bitch and

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened

And the v12, that's on various trips

He got you sick, he takes the mix

Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix

Jumped off the porch when i was like six