This is a song about "Balling all the way out of control"

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

From greater algiers all the way out to the ninth ward,

Tryin' to find a way out of the ghetto, searching, moving, climbin',

And i be feeling like hova when y'all was sleeping on him

Then speed it up, this playing in the background

Out of the way, with the golden hat on the ground

All of the hair from out my head

Like sally mae on college debt

Things get out of control still don't shut the fuck up

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

All of the hair from out my hear

Yellow diamonds in my ear

I'm taking women to heaven and then i take em home

Think this shits fake,people killed by out of control drone!

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

This way he has control of things he feels inside, his mother said how long have