This is a song about "Command"

Girls fast how jamaicans run

Command the bars like i'm the captain/

And the blogger has their reviews in rear view

With beliefs and some standards screaming to command you

I see random people all over like a repeat command

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

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

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

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