This is a song about "Command"

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

I see random people all over like a repeat command

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

She better shed a couple tears when she come through

With beliefs and some standards screaming to command you

Command the bars like i'm the captain/

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring