This is a song about "Command"

I see random people all over like a repeat command

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

Command the bars like i'm the captain/

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

After every show, a dream she hold

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

With beliefs and some standards screaming to command you

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