This is a song about "Command"

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

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

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

I see random people all over like a repeat command

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

With beliefs and some standards screaming to command you

About to slide out but i'll get back at ya ooh

For the outlawz, here we come

Command the bars like i'm the captain/