This is a song about "Control"

Except it ain't via the nose it's from deep in my soul

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

Out to control the entire nation.

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

Look out below, there is no inventory control

Ya'll wife and white knight her

Control the mind of yo master

Not electronic but control it

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

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

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

Where i could be in control,

This shit has got my soul