This is a song about "Command economic system"

Believe me i'm -trying to fight against the system

But it was africa the continent we all came from

She better shed a couple tears when she come through

With beliefs and some standards screaming to command you

Think its bout time to get my lungs scanned, so i plan in getting in a high command

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

I see random people all over like a repeat command

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

If a nigga didn't fake like them

I know more about the corrupt system

She never ready to go so she forever come

Cause im ripping though your stereo system

Times is hard homie in this economic recession

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin