This is a song about "Control"

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

Look out below, there is no inventory control

Meetin' fuckin' hoes on the road, it's takin its toll

But really he was always in full control,

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Out to control the entire nation.

But i didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll

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

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

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

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

Screw the labels, my crews get creative control,

He thinks that he can control

Women at my pole

I smoke and let the tree talk

And control this shit yourself dog.