This is a song about "Command"

Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crew

With beliefs and some standards screaming to command you

Fuck you post-drake-ass cliche-jerking, la-slauson rapping

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

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

I see random people all over like a repeat command

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

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

Hoes i need a condom for my toast

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Command the bars like i'm the captain/