This is a song about "Command"

Command the bars like i'm the captain/

The 7-pick up, yukon, the range is come

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

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

With beliefs and some standards screaming to command you

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

I see random people all over like a repeat command

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand