This is a song about "Command"

Command the bars like i'm the captain/

So now she picks up the gun

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

With beliefs and some standards screaming to command you

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

I see random people all over like a repeat command

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