This is a song about "Control"

And control this shit yourself dog.

Curl up like big worm when i drop

Y'all know justin, his flow on control,

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

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

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

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

Look out below, there is no inventory control

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

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree

Almost lose control, lost sanity

Mentally losing control, taken the pole,

To clear my head i'm feelin low, losin control