This is a song about "Command"

With beliefs and some standards screaming to command you

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

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

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

I see random people all over like a repeat command

Command the bars like i'm the captain/

Ass-clappin', shawty bag out the wagon

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