This is a song about "Command"

Command the bars like i'm the captain/

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

I see random people all over like a repeat command

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

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

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

With beliefs and some standards screaming to command you

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

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