This is a song about "Control"

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

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

Lady at the frank stand will

Out of control, unpredictable

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

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

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

Screw the labels, my crews get creative control,

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

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

Where i could be in control,

It's apart of her goal

Mentally losing control, taken the pole,

So the devil that drove in her got in control

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

And control this shit yourself dog.