This is a song about "Control"

I'm trynna get you off like a fucking loophole

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

Not electronic but control it

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

I always stay in control

De la soul is from the soul

She lashes at me, out of control,

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

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

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

Im unrealistically realistic, this beat, i control

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

Just take control if you can

You gotta let these shits go, man