This is a song about "Control freaks"

Where i could be in control,

Timmy got his bike stole

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

Soft serve lyrical excellence you should observe like dem freaks from

John rocket atlanta's bravest know that i'm awesome

We beefed as freaks and geeks, needed leashes, beasts unleashed,

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

Popcorn relaxed take a seat enjoy the show were all a bunch of freaks,

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

While i got the tricks, you get the creeps, heaps and heaps of creepy freaks.

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

With sewage leaks an wounded mutant freaks

Still they wonder how i seem so confident

Everyone else freaks out, and starts running out the front