This is a song about "Command"

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

I see random people all over like a repeat command

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them

Command the bars like i'm the captain/

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

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

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

With beliefs and some standards screaming to command you

Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crew