This is a song about "Command"

With beliefs and some standards screaming to command you

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

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

When they here today what you say to them

Command the bars like i'm the captain/

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

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

High as d'angelo notes in a ghost

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

I see random people all over like a repeat command