This is a song about "Command"

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

I see random people all over like a repeat command

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

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

With beliefs and some standards screaming to command you

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

I hit your block and we can box for fun

Command the bars like i'm the captain/

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring