This is a song about "Control s"

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

Or let the mob handle that

I was breakin' ‘em down, now i’m sellin' ‘em whole

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

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

She lashes at me, out of control,

And control this shit yourself dog.

Don’t like to see when she talk

Not electronic but control it

And that's jay line i had to quote that

Look out below, there is no inventory control

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole