This is a song about "Control"

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

It's a sad life, that the others control,

Just a new system of control.

De la soul is from the soul

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

Control the mind of yo master

And control this shit yourself dog.

You be in they call log

Y'all know justin, his flow on control,

Timmy got his bike stole

I'm trynna get you off like a fucking loophole

Screw the labels, my crews get creative control,

Im unrealistically realistic, this beat, i control

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

Shit with our whole family

Almost lose control, lost sanity