This is a song about "Control"

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

These are a few things i can't control,

Brought the sword as a mind control

Purify that woman soul

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

Y'all know justin, his flow on control,

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

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

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

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

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

Mentally losing control, taken the pole,

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

Look out below, there is no inventory control

But really he was always in full control,

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll