This is a song about "Birth control"

They slowly showin they colors

I am of blue blood, had a noble birth

Brought the sword as a mind control

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

For sure, you were made special at birth.

You just trynna be haters

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

Got their cannons, landed and planted causing havoc, to this birth

Look out below, there is no inventory control

But i didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll

Open up your contacts then scroll

Where i could be in control,

Timmy got his bike stole

Just a new system of control.

I always stay in control

It's apart of her goal