This is a song about "Command"

With beliefs and some standards screaming to command you

Or michael vick if ya'll bark nigga ya'll through

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

I see random people all over like a repeat command

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

Command the bars like i'm the captain/

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

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