This is a song about "Control"

These are a few things i can't control,

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

Almost lose control, lost sanity

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

But really he was always in full control,

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

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

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

Im unrealistically realistic, this beat, i control

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

Brought the sword as a mind control

Women at my pole

It's apart of her goal

Just a new system of control.

Where they find me, 16 on death row

No mind to control, though