This is a song about "Control"

Where i could be in control,

Timmy got his bike stole

She lashes at me, out of control,

Open up your contacts then scroll

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

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

Just another system of control

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

Screw the labels, my crews get creative control,

Saeed alisha i miss you, god bless my brother’s soul

These are a few things i can't control,

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

Im unrealistically realistic, this beat, i control

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