This is a song about "Command"

Command the bars like i'm the captain/

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crew

With beliefs and some standards screaming to command you

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

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

Never gon' see the day that i ain't got the upper hand