This is a song about "Command"

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

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

Top ranked, number one my son

Command the bars like i'm the captain/

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

The walls i couldn't break em or take em apart with a tank

I see random people all over like a repeat command

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

With beliefs and some standards screaming to command you