This is a song about "Control"

This shit has got my soul

He thinks that he can control

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

But really he was always in full control,

She lashes at me, out of control,

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Control the mind of yo master

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

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

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

Timmy got his bike stole

I always stay in control

Where i could be in control,

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