This is a song about "Command"

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

Command the bars like i'm the captain/

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

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

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

Always on the road again, with omega or the band

I see random people all over like a repeat command