This is a song about "Control"

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

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

It's apart of her goal

Brought the sword as a mind control

Look out below, there is no inventory control

I was breakin' ‘em down, now i’m sellin' ‘em whole

I'm trynna get you off like a fucking loophole

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

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

I got my heart and soul in remote control

I am just a man

Just take control if you can

De la soul is from the soul

Please stop that shit! just gain control!

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

She lashes at me, out of control,