This is a song about "Control"

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

Brought the sword as a mind control

Out of control, unpredictable

Lady at the frank stand will

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

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

Mentally losing control, taken the pole,

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

Im unrealistically realistic, this beat, i control

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

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

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

Call me whatever joe

No mind to control, though

Screw the labels, my crews get creative control,

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