This is a song about "Control"

I got rich from a little struggle

Out of control, unpredictable

Control the mind of yo master

Or something that you paid for

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

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

She lashes at me, out of control,

18 year sentence with no parole

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

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

Look out below, there is no inventory control

You got your nails did, damn girl you're on a roll

Screw the labels, my crews get creative control,

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

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