This is a song about "Control"

Whip purple and yellow, hello

No mind to control, though

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

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

I've been waiting for somebody to pick up my stroll

Screw the labels, my crews get creative control,

Look out below, there is no inventory control

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

Life's about decisions man

Just take control if you can

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

He thinks that he can control

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

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

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

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