This is a song about "Command"

With beliefs and some standards screaming to command you

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

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

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

I see random people all over like a repeat command

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

I ain't just rapping, i can make it happen

Command the bars like i'm the captain/