This is a song about "Control"

It's a sad life, that the others control,

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

But really he was always in full control,

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

He thinks that he can control

18 year sentence with no parole

Look out below, there is no inventory control

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

Im unrealistically realistic, this beat, i control

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

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

Y'all know justin, his flow on control,

When you talkin illest rapper

Control the mind of yo master

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

I got my heart and soul in remote control