This is a song about "Command"

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

Octopussy special effect the wet bitches be banging

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

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

Command the bars like i'm the captain/

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

I see random people all over like a repeat command

With beliefs and some standards screaming to command you

She better shed a couple tears when she come through