This is a song about "Command economy"

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

My flow makes the economy, rise higher than our nations bureaucracy,

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey

And the economy reduced my quality

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

With beliefs and some standards screaming to command you

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

I see random people all over like a repeat command

Reduction in quality by economy swallows me

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Intervals polluting the economy/

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Command the bars like i'm the captain/