This is a song about "Command"

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

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

Command the bars like i'm the captain/

Jason keaton, i can only imagine

With beliefs and some standards screaming to command you

And the blogger has their reviews in rear view

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

I see random people all over like a repeat command

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

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing