This is a song about "Control"

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Out of control, unpredictable

Almost lose control, lost sanity

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

Brought the sword as a mind control

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

But you're loving mine i am the shit

Not electronic but control it

Timmy got his bike stole

I always stay in control

Just a new system of control.

This shit has got my soul

Purify that woman soul

Where i could be in control,