This is a song about "Control"

I'm trynna get you off like a fucking loophole

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

I love the way you walk

And control this shit yourself dog.

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

Im unrealistically realistic, this beat, i control

Ain't nothing here minimal

Out of control, unpredictable

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

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

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

He thinks that he can control

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Y'all know justin, his flow on control,

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

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll