This is a song about "Control"

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

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

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

But really he was always in full control,

I always stay in control

Open up your contacts then scroll

No mind to control, though

Ima keep that on the low

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

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

Screw the labels, my crews get creative control,

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Where i could be in control,

Purify that woman soul

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

Just another system of control