This is a song about "Control"

I got my heart and soul in remote control

Chevy filled up on petrol, times like this i just roll

Where i could be in control,

Open up your contacts then scroll

Just another system of control

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

But really he was always in full control,

Saeed alisha i miss you, god bless my brother’s soul

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Y'all know justin, his flow on control,

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

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

Look out below, there is no inventory control

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

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