This is a song about "Command"

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

With beliefs and some standards screaming to command you

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

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

I see random people all over like a repeat command

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

Command the bars like i'm the captain/