This is a song about "Market and command economy"

We forever be real, we'll never fold

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Carcasses in carpet and drag em off to the market and sell em for charges

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

With beliefs and some standards screaming to command you

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

I am the hardest in the market

I just want somebody i can see

Bota da beep bota, booming economy

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

I am the hardest in the market

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin