This is a song about "Control"

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

Look out below, there is no inventory control

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

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

De la soul is from the soul

Where i could be in control,

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

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

And control this shit yourself dog.

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

I'm trynna get you off like a fucking loophole

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

Uh, yea yea, turn me up a lil bit

Not electronic but control it

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

Screw the labels, my crews get creative control,