This is a song about "Control"

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

Look out below, there is no inventory control

Women at my pole

Please stop that shit! just gain control!

That's when you know you doing shit

Not electronic but control it

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

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

Screw the labels, my crews get creative control,

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

Shit i'm the the rapper

Control the mind of yo master

Just a new system of control.

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

I got my heart and soul in remote control