This is a song about "Control your fate"

Become a historic relic/ own paramedic control your own anesthetic/

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Control, your hoes, you let her talk to you crazy

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

There's a battle for control inside of your soul

But i didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll

We would like to call this an appreciation tape

They're all a big mistake, suicide isn't in your fate.

And i could see you coming home after work late

Take a minute or two before testing your fate

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies

And i know its fate and destiny, i see it in your eyes.

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate

Bet i put you punk asses in your place,death is your only fate,

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

They could take your freedom and have full control