This is a song about "Command economy and market economy"

Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit

You try to call the cops a new snitches on the market.

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

Reduction in quality by economy swallows me

And i stay down like my economy and finally i stay true to my might dynasty, yup!!!

Olajuwon, james hardeny’all niggas new to the sceneand that’s my nigga, supper club

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

Because its a growing job market and i like computers

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

When nothing finds strong in such a weak economy,

I'm open to the market

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

Intervals polluting the economy/

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree