This is a song about "Brain control"

No mind to control, though

Hit the club she drop it low

Grabbing control of your brain mentally insane with the shots

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

A constant smog surrounding my brain.

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

You just tryin' to run game

Kanye had to get that brain

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

I’m waking up the whole game, maintaining control,

Where i could be in control,

Timmy got his bike stole

Open up your contacts then scroll

It's a sad life, that the others control,

Curl up like big worm when i drop

And control this shit yourself dog.