This is a song about "Command"

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

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

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

I see random people all over like a repeat command

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

With beliefs and some standards screaming to command you

About to slide out but i'll get back at ya ooh

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

High as d'angelo notes in a ghost

Command the bars like i'm the captain/

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them