This is a song about "Command"

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

From los angee area anytime i'm fucking landing

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

I see random people all over like a repeat command

With beliefs and some standards screaming to command you

And the blogger has their reviews in rear view

Riding around with ms. reece and them

Command the bars like i'm the captain/

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