This is a song about "Control"

18 year sentence with no parole

Where i could be in control,

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

Look out below, there is no inventory control

Saeed alisha i miss you, god bless my brother’s soul

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

Not electronic but control it

Could be applied to this shit

Took the van, went snatch her

Control the mind of yo master

Brought the sword as a mind control

Women at my pole

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

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

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

I'm trynna get you off like a fucking loophole