This is a song about "Being in control"

Gun control means using both hands in my land

I understand i'm back by popular demand

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

For being the absent dad in attendance

Where you gotta give up your lifestyle for everything

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

Even if i die, i'm gon' be a fuckin problem

It's like being in a breadbox, but only being a crumb

Women at my pole

Where i could be in control,

While i'm rubbing on that ass

Instead of being in class

They got you trapped, you're better off gettin shot upi'm convinced self-defense is the way

To intimidate breathing control i asphyxiate, hesitate in disarray