This is a song about "Command"

With beliefs and some standards screaming to command you

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

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

Catch you up on places i've been

Command the bars like i'm the captain/

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

I see random people all over like a repeat command

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold