This is a song about "Control"

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

She lashes at me, out of control,

Where i could be in control,

Timmy got his bike stole

Y'all know justin, his flow on control,

You got your nails did, damn girl you're on a roll

Mentally losing control, taken the pole,

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

Look out below, there is no inventory control

I've been waiting for somebody to pick up my stroll

Im unrealistically realistic, this beat, i control

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

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

These are a few things i can't control,

Control the mind of yo master

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter