This is a song about "Control"

No mind to control, though

I'm rolling down the window

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

Look out below, there is no inventory control

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Please stop that shit! just gain control!

And control this shit yourself dog.

Shit don't stopcuz i can make that ass drop

Timmy got his bike stole

Brought the sword as a mind control

Purify that woman soul

She lashes at me, out of control,

He thinks that he can control

This shit has got my soul

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

But really he was always in full control,