This is a song about "Control"

But really he was always in full control,

But i didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll

These are a few things i can't control,

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

Control the mind of yo master

Took the van, went snatch her

He thinks that he can control

18 year sentence with no parole

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

Look out below, there is no inventory control

I'm rolling down the window

No mind to control, though

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll

Mentally losing control, taken the pole,

I got my heart and soul in remote control

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal