This is a song about "Command"

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

Command the bars like i'm the captain/

Me and my microphone could be one

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

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

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

With beliefs and some standards screaming to command you

She better shed a couple tears when she come through

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

I see random people all over like a repeat command