This is a song about "Control"

De la soul is from the soul

Just another system of control

Im unrealistically realistic, this beat, i control

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

Screw the labels, my crews get creative control,

Just a new system of control.

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

I smoke and let the tree talk

And control this shit yourself dog.

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

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

Women at my pole

Where i could be in control,

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Out to control the entire nation.