This is a song about "Brain control"

Y'all know justin, his flow on control,

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

Timmy got his bike stole

Just another system of control

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

Im unrealistically realistic, this beat, i control

I always stay in control

Open up your contacts then scroll

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

These are a few things i can't control,

Change and rearrange your main frame control your own brain/

Nobody never gave me shit, when i got my first chain

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

A constant smog surrounding my brain.

But really he was always in full control,

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal