This is a song about "Command"

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Think its bout time to get my lungs scanned, so i plan in getting in a high command

Cause these suckers wanna spray where i lay downmy homie lost his family and snapped

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

I see random people all over like a repeat command

Command the bars like i'm the captain/

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew

With beliefs and some standards screaming to command you