This is a song about "Command"

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

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

With beliefs and some standards screaming to command you

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

Fuck you post-drake-ass cliche-jerking, la-slauson rapping

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

I see random people all over like a repeat command

And last but not least please don't tell no one

Command the bars like i'm the captain/