This is a song about "Control"

Not electronic but control it

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

These are a few things i can't control,

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

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

But really he was always in full control,

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

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

Im unrealistically realistic, this beat, i control

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

Just another system of control

Purify that woman soul

Where i could be in control,

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

I got my heart and soul in remote control

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll