This is a song about "Command"

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

I see random people all over like a repeat command

Think its bout time to get my lungs scanned, so i plan in getting in a high command

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

We forever be real, we'll never fold

I don't care what it did to them

Command the bars like i'm the captain/

With beliefs and some standards screaming to command you

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