This is a song about "Control"

And i listen to thought

And control this shit yourself dog.

Almost lose control, lost sanity

Where you belong with your family

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

I got my heart and soul in remote control

Not electronic but control it

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

Screw the labels, my crews get creative control,

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

Im unrealistically realistic, this beat, i control

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll

Timmy got his bike stole

She lashes at me, out of control,