This is a song about "Control"

My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul

Im unrealistically realistic, this beat, i control

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

Screw the labels, my crews get creative control,

I got kicked off, i used to shit talk

And control this shit yourself dog.

No mind to control, though

Now them broads gon' follow

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Control the mind of yo master

Please stop that shit! just gain control!

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

We're living in a fantasy

Almost lose control, lost sanity