This is a song about "Command"

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

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew

With beliefs and some standards screaming to command you

Command the bars like i'm the captain/

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

I see random people all over like a repeat command

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

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

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing