This is a song about "Command"

With beliefs and some standards screaming to command you

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

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

Command the bars like i'm the captain/

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

I see random people all over like a repeat command