This is a song about "Command"

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

Ass-clappin', shawty bag out the wagon

Command the bars like i'm the captain/

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

I see random people all over like a repeat command

With beliefs and some standards screaming to command you

And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew

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

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost