This is a song about "Command"

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

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

I see random people all over like a repeat command

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

With beliefs and some standards screaming to command you

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

Command the bars like i'm the captain/

Something wicked this way come

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

We forever be real, we'll never fold