This is a song about "Command"

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

High as d'angelo notes in a ghost

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

With beliefs and some standards screaming to command you

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

I see random people all over like a repeat command

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

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

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

Command the bars like i'm the captain/