This is a song about "Command"

With beliefs and some standards screaming to command you

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

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

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

I see random people all over like a repeat command

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

Command the bars like i'm the captain/

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

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