This is a song about "Command"

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

Command the bars like i'm the captain/

With beliefs and some standards screaming to command you

Interscope is my fam, so i ain't tryna make no issue

I see random people all over like a repeat command

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

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