This is a song about "Control"

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

And control this shit yourself dog.

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

Just another system of control

These are a few things i can't control,

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

Im unrealistically realistic, this beat, i control

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

Out to control the entire nation.

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

You got your nails did, damn girl you're on a roll

Mentally losing control, taken the pole,

Just take control if you can

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man