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

I see random people all over like a repeat command

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

With beliefs and some standards screaming to command you

She better shed a couple tears when she come through

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

Command the bars like i'm the captain/

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

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold