This is a song about "Command"

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

With beliefs and some standards screaming to command you

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

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

I see random people all over like a repeat command

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

Cause these suckers wanna spray where i lay downmy homie lost his family and snapped

Fuck you post-drake-ass cliche-jerking, la-slauson rapping

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

Command the bars like i'm the captain/