This is a song about "Control"

Meetin' fuckin' hoes on the road, it's takin its toll

I got my heart and soul in remote control

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

But really he was always in full control,

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul

Look out below, there is no inventory control

Mentally losing control, taken the pole,

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Out to control the entire nation.

My talent should take me places i've never been

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

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

And control this shit yourself dog.

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

A happy home, that's my fantasy

Almost lose control, lost sanity