This is a song about "Control"

Got to the end of the tunnel

Out of control, unpredictable

Brought the sword as a mind control

Timmy got his bike stole

Im unrealistically realistic, this beat, i control

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

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

18 year sentence with no parole

Women at my pole

I always stay in control

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

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

It's apart of her goal

Where i could be in control,

Took the van, went snatch her

Control the mind of yo master