This is a song about "Control"

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Brought the sword as a mind control

18 year sentence with no parole

Just a new system of control.

Open up your contacts then scroll

I always stay in control

And every one of y'all should know i'm outta control

But when i fuckin' go, lucifer will probably have my soul

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

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

These are a few things i can't control,

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

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

Look out below, there is no inventory control

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

Not electronic but control it