This is a song about "Command"

With beliefs and some standards screaming to command you

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

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

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

Command the bars like i'm the captain/

Think its bout time to get my lungs scanned, so i plan in getting in a high command

Cause these suckers wanna spray where i lay downmy homie lost his family and snapped

I see random people all over like a repeat command

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most