This is a song about "Control"

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

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

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

Except it ain't via the nose it's from deep in my soul

De la soul is from the soul

Please stop that shit! just gain control!

And control this shit yourself dog.

And i listen to thought

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Out to control the entire nation.

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

She lashes at me, out of control,

Screw the labels, my crews get creative control,

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

Chevy filled up on petrol, times like this i just roll

But really he was always in full control,