This is a song about "Control s"

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

My g"s have been handcuffed,

If you ever feel alone and

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

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

She lashes at me, out of control,

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

Purify that woman soul

Just a new system of control.