This is a song about "Control"

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

She lashes at me, out of control,

Look out below, there is no inventory control

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal

Brought the sword as a mind control

It's apart of her goal

Except it ain't via the nose it's from deep in my soul

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

But really he was always in full control,

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

My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul

Im unrealistically realistic, this beat, i control

And losin all his money

Almost lose control, lost sanity

Screw the labels, my crews get creative control,

I was breakin' ‘em down, now i’m sellin' ‘em whole