This is a song about "Command"

Command the bars like i'm the captain/

Grown men never should bite their tongue

With beliefs and some standards screaming to command you

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

High as d'angelo notes in a ghost

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

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

I see random people all over like a repeat command

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

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