This is a song about "Command"

For the outlawz, here we come

Command the bars like i'm the captain/

I see random people all over like a repeat command

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

With beliefs and some standards screaming to command you

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

Tryna run up on me late nights with the lights flashing

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

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

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