This is a song about "Command"

With beliefs and some standards screaming to command you

And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

I see random people all over like a repeat command

And it rules everything around them

Command the bars like i'm the captain/

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

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