This is a song about "Command"

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

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

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

Ass-clappin', shawty bag out the wagon

Command the bars like i'm the captain/

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

I see random people all over like a repeat command

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

But is it really cocky if you know that it's true

With beliefs and some standards screaming to command you