This is a song about "Command"

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

And i drop top off in a hot cold

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

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

Command the bars like i'm the captain/

Girls fast how jamaicans run

Cause these suckers wanna spray where i lay downmy homie lost his family and snapped

Think its bout time to get my lungs scanned, so i plan in getting in a high command

With beliefs and some standards screaming to command you

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

I see random people all over like a repeat command