This is a song about "Brain control"

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

Not electronic but control it

I got kicked off, i used to shit talk

And control this shit yourself dog.

Look out below, there is no inventory control

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

Grabbing control of your brain mentally insane with the shots

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

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

He thinks that he can control

Meetin' fuckin' hoes on the road, it's takin its toll

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

Timmy got his bike stole

I always stay in control

Screw the labels, my crews get creative control,

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll