This is a song about "Command"

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

But it might lead to that r2d2, the mobsters creep through

With beliefs and some standards screaming to command you

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

Me and my microphone could be one

Command the bars like i'm the captain/

The walls i couldn't break em or take em apart with a tank

I see random people all over like a repeat command

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing