This is a song about "Control"

Purify that woman soul

Where i could be in control,

I'm trynna get you off like a fucking loophole

I got my heart and soul in remote control

She lashes at me, out of control,

Timmy got his bike stole

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

Look out below, there is no inventory control

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

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

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

These are a few things i can't control,

Open up your contacts then scroll

Just another system of control