This is a song about "Control"

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

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

I was breakin' ‘em down, now i’m sellin' ‘em whole

Screw the labels, my crews get creative control,

It's apart of her goal

Just a new system of control.

Control the mind of yo master

Tell her drink, come get drunk, it's nut cracker

He thinks that he can control

Purify that woman soul

You're uncool like my mother kin

Out to control the entire nation.

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

And control this shit yourself dog.