This is a song about "Command"

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

I see random people all over like a repeat command

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

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

Command the bars like i'm the captain/

The race war, when it's us against all of them

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

With beliefs and some standards screaming to command you

I guarantee our change whatever we go 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