This is a song about "Control"

Don’t like to see when she talk

And control this shit yourself dog.

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

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

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Almost lose control, lost sanity

I always stay in control

Timmy got his bike stole

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

Look out below, there is no inventory control

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Control the mind of yo master

Just take control if you can

I put that shit on my man