This is a song about "Command"

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

I'm trend-setting, despite of an awful debut

With beliefs and some standards screaming to command you

Command the bars like i'm the captain/

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

I see random people all over like a repeat command

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

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