This is a song about "Control"

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

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

Open up your contacts then scroll

I always stay in control

Y'all know justin, his flow on control,

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

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

But really he was always in full control,

Chevy filled up on petrol, times like this i just roll

18 year sentence with no parole

Brought the sword as a mind control

These are a few things i can't control,

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll