This is a song about "Command"

Cause these suckers wanna spray where i lay downmy homie lost his family and snapped

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

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

Command the bars like i'm the captain/

Top ranked, number one my son

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

I see random people all over like a repeat command

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

With beliefs and some standards screaming to command you

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing