This is a song about "Command"

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

With beliefs and some standards screaming to command you

Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crew

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

I see random people all over like a repeat command

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

Command the bars like i'm the captain/

I want to fight the music on this one