This is a song about "Command"

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

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

I see random people all over like a repeat command

Command the bars like i'm the captain/

I pop one, you pop one

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

With beliefs and some standards screaming to command you

Scare 'em to death, and caught them motherfuckers dampoh shit, 2pacalypse is back and strapped

Think its bout time to get my lungs scanned, so i plan in getting in a high command