This is a song about "Control"

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

Y'all know justin, his flow on control,

Saeed alisha i miss you, god bless my brother’s soul

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

Not electronic but control it

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

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

I got my heart and soul in remote control

Please stop that shit! just gain control!

Timmy got his bike stole

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

Screw the labels, my crews get creative control,

He thinks that he can control

Women at my pole