This is a song about "Command"

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

Command the bars like i'm the captain/

With beliefs and some standards screaming to command you

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

I see random people all over like a repeat command

You see em gettin it then you get it, pardon my hand

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