This is a song about "Command"

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the 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

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

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

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

I see random people all over like a repeat command