This is a song about "Command economy"

A military mind mean money

Intervals polluting the economy/

And the economy reduced my quality

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Folks trick themselves to think the economy is fine,

That way i know for sure your love is really genuine

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

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

I see random people all over like a repeat command

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

When nothing finds strong in such a weak economy,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Circulate the economy better than any can/

My shit hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan

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

Scare 'em to death, and caught them motherfuckers dampoh shit, 2pacalypse is back and strapped