This is a song about "Command"

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

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

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

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Command the bars like i'm the captain/

I see random people all over like a repeat command

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

With beliefs and some standards screaming to command you

I guarantee our change whatever we go through